A Whistle in the Dark

The boy got into bed and quickly dove under the covers. He had always been afraid of the dark. There had always been a feeling that he was beig watched by an unseen presence. He didn’t like to think about it too long so he covered his head and tried to fall asleep. Suddenly, he could hear a rustle in the far corner of his room. He sat up straight on his bed and strained his eyes in the dark to try and spot the cause. He could hear something breathing, he started to shake. Quiet as he could he slipped from his bed and ran for the door. Out in the hall he ran to his parent's room and jumped onto their bed. His mother woke with a start. 

'What are you doing?" she says groggily. 

'There's a monster in my room.' he whimpers. 

'Oh no,’ she groans. ‘Come on, let's get you back to your room.' She leads him out of her room as her husband sleeps on, unperturbed. Outside his bedroom, he hugs him in the hall and says to him, 'If you hear the monster again just whistle, and it'll go away.' She smiled reassuringly at her son. 

'Are you sure?' he asks, unconvinced.

‘Hundred percent. Good night, love.' She kissed his forehead and sent him to bed. He tiptoed through the darkness back to his bed. He slipped under the covers and tried to go to sleep. Then he heard the sound of something heavy being dragged along the floor. His eyes flew wide open. His breathing picked up, his heart pounded in his chest. He remembered what his mother said and started to whistle a tune. Then something grabs his arm and a sinister voice says, 'Thanks for whistling, kid. I couldn't find you in the dark.’