I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet, but never look up, she hates being seen.Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighborhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move. I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass. Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window. I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 3am. And you live alone.The deepest point of the ocean bed is 10,916 metres beneath the surface. According to our equipment, we should have reached it three kilometers ago.I woke up to hear strange knocking on glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and beg her to stop, but it doesn’t help.I can’t sleep”, she whispered, crawling into bed next to me. I woke up shivering and clutching the dress she was buried in.“Welcome to your new house”, said the agent as he left, handing me the keys. As I turned to close the door, I heard a child laugh and say, “Welcome indeed”.He took the little girl with the promise of sweets. They found the body a few days later, ripped to shreds, but they never found his head.