The little boy ran down the hall and into his parents room.
"Mom, Dad, wake up!"
His father grunted and rolled over to his other side.
"MOM, DAD!", yelled the boy as he shook his father's shoulder.
"Wha... damn it son, what is it now?", grumbled his father as he sat up in bed.
His mother sighed and sat up also. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"There's a lady in my room! She's pale and tall and she has skulls in her hair and a big knife and a bag that's leaking blood all over the place and I woke up and she was standing over my bed and she's still there!", gasped the little boy.
"Now, son, there isn't a tall pale lady with a knife in your room. You need to go back to sleep and let ME go back to sleep so I can wake up on time for work.", snapped his father as his mother rolled her eyes.
"But there is! THERE IS!", cried the boy.
"Son, you're a big boy and it's high time you stopped with these fantasies of yours. There are times to play pretend and 2:00 AM is NOT one of those times. There is no pale lady with skulls in her hair in your room!"
"BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW? You didn't even look! She's there, I SAW HER!", yelled the little boy as tears and snot ran down his face.
"Honey", said his mother in an exasperated tone, "We know she's not in there, because she's standing right behind you."
"Seriously!", chuckled his father, "What are the chances there'd be two of them, one here behind you and one in your room?"
"Oh, you're such a silly boy sometimes!" said his mother, and she clicked off her bedside light as the little boy felt cold, hard hands grab him and begin to drag him into the hall.
The end.