The monster under the bed!

It's hard being 6. It really is! I don't like it. No one gives me the love that I used to get. No one thinks that I'm old enough to be 'respected'. I'm kind of at an in between age. I'm no longer a baby and still to small to be an 'old kid'. But I do what I can for this age. I'm your average 'girly-girl' and I used to be the 'sparkle in my Daddy's eye'. "Susie," he said, "you are the brightest life in my universe."

Mommy, just seems to ignore me most of the time. She tells me to play outside or play tea with my dollies. I think, she doesn't really like me. When I'm bored, I just talk and play games with my imaginary friends. They like me a lot and are always willing to talk and spend time with me. Someday, I'll do tea with you and maybe you can meet them. They have bad days, too,and sometimes say real mean things.

You wouldn't believe what they said to me yesterday. They don't like my older brother. They said I should make him go away. What nerve they got speaking like that to me in the middle of my best 'tea party' ever. You ask me how they speak to me simple, I just lift up their respective dollies to my ear and listen. They love to talk. Oh well, back to the tea party. They said if I 'hurt him' maybe he would just go away.

Never mind, that I really don't like him either. Can you believe the suggestions they made to me? I ended the tea party right there and sent them back to their respective spots in my bedroom. They can't come back out to play until after they're done with their timeouts.

Nancy, you won't believe what happened yesterday. I had one of my 'bad nights'. I couldn't sleep, there was a strange noise coming from under my bed. I looked, something was moving underneath the bed. I talked to my 'friends.' Guess, what they said? They said I should make the 'monster' go away. So, I went to the gun rack and did what my daddy had made me promise I would never do. I got up on a chair, pulled off the shotgun and grabbed a couple of shells from the drawer. Loading the shells, carefully, I headed back to the room. I got down on my knees and tried to scare the 'monster' away with the gun. But, he only screamed at me. Finally, I just pulled the trigger. It made a big bang. Blood and skin and guts landed on my pretty white nightgown. I looked under the bed with the light on; I thought the 'monster' under the bed looked a lot like Felix, our house cat.

Oh, what did my 'friends' say now, you ask? They told me to hide behind the door. My friends are real smart! They knew that Greg, my older brother would be the first one through. So, I did what they said. They were right!

He ran right through, trying to find out what had happened to me. I tried to scare him by waving the shotgun at him. Can you believe what he did? He laughed at me! I don't know how it happened, but the shotgun made another loud noise. He stopped laughing there was a big red stain spreading down his nightshirt. He looked like he was in pain. I watched him in slow motion drop to his knees, clutch his chest and then fall on his face. My friends say I did 'real good'. They say, "He will never bother you again."

I dropped the shotgun and climbed back into bed. Just as I pulled the covers over my face. My parents entered the room. I looked at their shocked faces and said, Mommy, mommy, Daddy, daddy I had a real bad nightmare. Something, bad may have happened. They looked at brother's body and the monster under the bed. They stroked my forehead and said it would be all right. They'd clean us the mess. They took me to their room and tucked me in. Mommy told me a story while Daddy said he'd clean up the mess. I love my mommy and daddy. They always know the right thing to do. After about 20 minutes of storytime I grabbed my pillow and fell asleep, I woke up to another beautiful, sunny day. I grabbed my tea set and dolls and starting talking with my best friends. They think it will all work out. What do you think?