Boogeyman
It was midnight when she started screaming. Ellen groaned. Stephen sat up but she grabbed his arm. “No!” she said. “We agreed.” “Honey, for God’s sake listen to her. She’s terrified!” Ellen turned on the beside lamp. “I don’t care. She has to learn. If you go in there it’ll be like every other night. You’ll look under the bed and in the closet and tell her nothing is there and then in two hours she’ll start again.” Sarah’s screams became higher and more frantic Stephen threw up his hands. “What do you suggest, we just sit here and listen?” “If that’s what it takes,” Ellen said. “We have to start drawing lines.” Stephen glared at the door. Ellen could feel him shaking. She touched his shoulder but he pushed her hand away. Sarah was …