A father went to tuck his seven-year-old son into bed, a nightly ritual. He entered the dimly lit room where his son waited under his blanket. With the first glance, the father could tell there was something unusual about his son tonight. He looked the same but had a grin that drew from ear to ear. "You okay, buddy?" the father asked. The son nodded, still wearing the unsettling grin, before saying, "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed." The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check, just to satisfy his boy. There, under the bed, pale and trembling, was his real son. He whispered, "Daddy, there's someone on my bed."
stake : atamer