Day 4 Has Your Face Been on a Milk Carton Lately?

The clock struck three.  There it was three AM.  It was going to happen.  Any second now. 
There it was!  There was a laugh that seemed to come out of nowhere yet everywhere.  What was that?  Luther was tired of staying put and being afraid.  Tonight was the night that he was going to find out what was causing him to lose sleep, and he was going to give whatever it was a piece of his mind!
Luther swung his feet over the edge of his bed; making sure that his feet landed smugly in his fleece slippers.  He had preset the flashlight for this very moment.  Whatever was going on was soon going to meet Luther, the Lightbringer. 
He tiptoed his way up to his door and placed his ear to the cold wood.  He was sure to keep his feet out of view from anything that might be looking under the door.  He stayed in this position for around a full minute.  When he was sure that nothing was waiting for him he turned the doorknob.  He stayed there for what seemed like a hundred breaths trying to get the courage to turn the knob.  The knob seemed to turn itself and the door was soon open. 
There in front of Luther stood nothing.  There was a subtle emptiness that filled the area that Luther could have sworn would have been filled with the nastiest ghoulie he could have imagined. 
Luther stuck his head out his door and traced each direction of the hall with his flashlight.  His sister's room would be the first place to check.  Each foot step seemed to take twenty years to take, but then thought started to propel Luther forward.  What if this creature of the night had already made a move on his sister just despite him.  To punish him for his cowardice.  It was not long before he finished his way down the hallway in long strides.  The door to his sister's room was wide open.  He was too late.  Luther bounded into the room only to find the nightlight on and his sister's bed empty.  There were signs of a struggle.  The top blanket was thrown to the side and one of the two pillows on the bed were half way off the bed.  He had been too late. 
He looked all around for the direction in which to pursue his sibling's captor.  The window was still bolted from the inside, the closet did not show any signs of a secret passage being opened, and despite all his attempts he could not get the door to the world of monsters under the bed to open. 
There was suddenly the harsh sound of metal on wood and a torrent of water being sucked down a small opening very quickly.  Luther bounded toward the hall way his flashlight in hand.  He was going to see an end to whatever evil was approaching. 
Any second now it would show it's ugly face.  The demon would pay for messing with his family!
The door to the bathroom opened up.
Luther jumped into action; he pounced forward swinging his flashlight wildly.
"Ah! What are you doing you like dweeb! You almost knocked me in the face with that thing!"
It was his sister, and she was perfectly alright.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Sometimes I swear I am not related to you."
The door to his sister's room was soon being slammed. 
Now that he knew his sister was okay, and still a stupid-head; it was time to find that laugh.
Luther made his way down the opposite direction of the hallway.  The living room lay before him.  Its dark corners perfect places for a demonic being to lay in waiting for unsuspecting little boys. 
Luther's flashlight uncovered the mystery and he soon found it safe to make his way to the kitchen.
The kitchen light was on.  So this was it.. This was the defining moment in Luther's young life.  He placed the flashlight in his pants and rolled up the sleeves to his Spongebob Squarepants pajamas.  This was it!
He ran around the corner screaming his battle cry.

"Woah sport! Hush! Ha, are you trying to wake the neighborhood?  Heh, yeah buddy.  I am just watching my stand up comedy shows, sport.  Your mom hates the stuff so your old man has to sneak out and watch it in the kitchen. Well look at you.  You look like you have been on quite the little adventure.  You want a glass a milk before you go back to bed?  Okay, well I'll come tuck you in."
Luther was soon snug in his bed.  The mystery had been answered and he could get some sleep, beside tomorrow was Friday.  Everyone knows you get free ice cream at lunch on Fridays.
No more laugh and no more fear.

The closet door swung open and off it's hinges.


It seems that faces on the side of milk cartons just don't bring your little boy back these days.

-Cameron Kilby