Bedtime Story
Last night, my boys asked for a bedtime story. Josh held out a book for me to read to them: Harry Potter. Since it was late and a school night, I decided to tell them a slightly shorter story. This is the story I told:
Once there were two sisters who shared a bedroom. They slept on a bunk bed, with the older sister on the top bunk, and the younger sister on the bottom bunk. At night, these two girls loved to talk and laugh and play games long after their parents had sent them to bed.
One night, they came up with a new game: they were going to try to scare each other. They told each other scary stories. They sneaked off their beds in the dark and tried to jump out and startle each other. Finally, their parents came to their bedroom and told them they needed to go to sleep.
The younger sister left the room to go to the bathroom, and when she returned to her bedroom the pile of blankets on the top bunk was still and quiet, and she assumed her older sister had obeyed her parents and gone to sleep. She snuggled into her own bed, closed her eyes, and was just drifting off to dreamland when suddenly, an arm reached out from the space between her mattress and the wall and grabbed her. She sat up in terror and screamed with all her might! With her heart racing madly she realized that her older sister had come down from her bed while she had been out of the room and had lain in wait in that narrow crevice on that back edge of the bed so patiently for so long, just to scare her.
At the sound of the younger sister's scream, their parents came rushing into the room to see what horrible attrocity had happened. When they found out that it was nothing serious, they were furious, and the girls were scolded and told to go to sleep with no more talking, and definitely no more scaring!!!!
The younger sister, her heart still racing and the adrenaline still flowing, returned to her bed and tried to fall asleep. Sleep was long in coming for her that night. But she would never forget the fear she had felt when that hand reached out to her in the darkness and grabbed her.
With that, I told my boys goodnight, and warned them that it was late and I didn't want them talking any more, and I definitely didn't want them scaring each other.
Once there were two sisters who shared a bedroom. They slept on a bunk bed, with the older sister on the top bunk, and the younger sister on the bottom bunk. At night, these two girls loved to talk and laugh and play games long after their parents had sent them to bed.
One night, they came up with a new game: they were going to try to scare each other. They told each other scary stories. They sneaked off their beds in the dark and tried to jump out and startle each other. Finally, their parents came to their bedroom and told them they needed to go to sleep.
The younger sister left the room to go to the bathroom, and when she returned to her bedroom the pile of blankets on the top bunk was still and quiet, and she assumed her older sister had obeyed her parents and gone to sleep. She snuggled into her own bed, closed her eyes, and was just drifting off to dreamland when suddenly, an arm reached out from the space between her mattress and the wall and grabbed her. She sat up in terror and screamed with all her might! With her heart racing madly she realized that her older sister had come down from her bed while she had been out of the room and had lain in wait in that narrow crevice on that back edge of the bed so patiently for so long, just to scare her.
At the sound of the younger sister's scream, their parents came rushing into the room to see what horrible attrocity had happened. When they found out that it was nothing serious, they were furious, and the girls were scolded and told to go to sleep with no more talking, and definitely no more scaring!!!!
The younger sister, her heart still racing and the adrenaline still flowing, returned to her bed and tried to fall asleep. Sleep was long in coming for her that night. But she would never forget the fear she had felt when that hand reached out to her in the darkness and grabbed her.
With that, I told my boys goodnight, and warned them that it was late and I didn't want them talking any more, and I definitely didn't want them scaring each other.
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