
Tip Tip Tap
The girls told Father they did not want to go to bed when they had their dinner. They had told Mother when she came up to read to them and tuck them in. They even begged to sleep with Gramma for the night. All they got were resounding nos all around.
Tip Tip Tap
So they climbed up the stairs and had gotten ready for bed. Brushed their teeth and combed their long red hair. The entire time afraid of the night to come
Tip Tip Tap
The girls knew that once all the lights were out, and the whole house was asleep that the sounds began. From under the bed a whirring and a tip tip tapping sound issues. The little red-headed girls moaned in distress.
Tip Tip Tap
The sound just would not stop. It kept going, getting louder, then fading away. Whir whir whir. Tip Tip Tap. Any louder and the girls would scream. What kind of Monster played with its prey like this?!
Tip Tip Tap
Whir Whir Whir
Click Click Clack
The girls were shivering in their nightgowns when the new sound starts up. Click Click Clack. Whir Whir Whir. The sound sets the girls' nerves on edge. They want to holler. They want to scream. They don't want to wake Father on a weeknight and get into trouble. Father never understood.
Tip Tip Tap
Click Click Clack
Whir Whir Whir
The monster was just toying with them. Antagonizing them, drawing out the moment it would come out and gobble them up. Soon, very soon, it would be the right time for the monster to come out and attack the two young girls.
The younger girl clutched the older girl, both shivering from something other than the cold. The older girl gripped her younger sister even tighter. Both girls were scared to even put a toe out of the bed. Neither wanted to run to the bathroom to pee.
They just knew that the first step out of the warm blankets would be their doom. The girls knew that the monster would reach out and grab them as soon as their feet touched the ground. For surely that is what the monster waited for each and every night, lying in wait under the bed.
Click Click Clack
Whir Whir Whir
Tip Tip Tap
Hum Hum Strum
What in the world? Both sisters scream at the top of their lungs. A new sound added to the other noises. This one sounded likCe the monster had an out-of-tune ukulele. Hum Hum Strum. The young red-headed girls screamed again.
They could hear the house waking up with a start. Mother yelled at Father that something was wrong. Gramma rushed down the hallway, hobbling with her can. The little girls screamed again.
Tip Tip Tap
Hum Hum Strum
Whir Whir Whir
Click Click Clack
Whackity Whack
What was the monster doing? The girls screamed again, just as Father came barging in with an old wooden baseball bat. Father looked around the room, demanding to know what was wrong.
The girls were really scared at this point. More scared of the monster than Father, to be honest. They told him in thin, shaky, watery voices that the monster was back under their bed.
Father, kneeling down on his knee, looked under the bed. Jabbing the bat underneath the bed he pulled out an old ukulele with two strings. Reaching back under the bed, he pulled out the plastic drum that went with the stringed instrument.
Whir Whir Whir
Tip Tip Tap
By this point, Father gave the girls an odd look. Sweeping with the bat under the bed, he knocked several toys out of the bed. In the center of the pile was a simple wind-up duck. Its mechanism was stripped out and went off on its own.
Whir Whir Whir
Tip Tip Tap
Father said he thought it was time both girls cleaned their room. Suddenly, both little girls blushed. The monster under their bed was a broken duck.

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Comments (1)
A nice spooky one, albeit with a happy ending! That fear however is one of the most palpable, I remember it myself. What's more, any reader who was drawn into your story as I was would be terrified right along with the girls, you set the scene so well. A part of us doesn't stop dreading the monster until the very last lines, even while the various different noises raise more and more questions as to what's going on. I especially love the ukulele, and the grotesquely comical notion of a monster playing one - there's a state you reach in childhood fears where that might in fact be the story's single most frightening image. Anyone who was ever scared by strange noises in the night can relate!