The Monster Bed

By Judy Lunsford

Young Billy is in the hospital when he faces a childhood fear that all children encounter, the monster under the bed.
But he soon learns that monsters aren't always what they appear to be, and that true friendship is worth everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Judy Lunsford
• Release date: Mar 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393241416

Judy Lunsford

Born and raised in California, Judy now lives in Arizona with her husband and Giant Schnoodle. Judy writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness & is a breast cancer survivor. She writes mostly fantasy, but delves into suspense, horror, romance, and poetry. She has written books and short stories for all ages. You can find her books and short stories at your favorite online retailers.

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The Monster Bed

Judy Lunsford

Published by Judy Lunsford, 2019.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE MONSTER BED

First edition. March 22, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 Judy Lunsford.

ISBN: 978-1393241416

Written by Judy Lunsford.

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Billy, and he was terrified of the monster that lived under his bed.

It didn’t live under his bed at home, where he always felt safe and warm. Only here, in the unfamiliar white room of the hospital, filled with machines and things that beeped all the time.

Late at night, in the rare moments where all was quiet and calm, he could hear the rumbling, growling snores of the monster that he just knew lived under his bed.

Every night Billy would say goodbye to his mother after her visit was over and pull his favorite orange blanket tight up to his chin. He would wait until he heard the rumbling, growling snores of the monster. Sometimes, his mother would spend the night, curled up on the couch under the window. And other nights, a friendly nurse would sit with him for a few minutes and maybe even sing him softly to sleep. On those nights, the monster didn’t dare show himself.

But most nights, after his mother’s teary goodbyes, he would wait, quietly, alone in his room. The only sounds that kept the monster at bay were the occasional beeping of a monitor or an empty IV indicator and the quiet lull of noise from the nurses whose desk was just outside of his partially opened door. And Billy just knew that those sounds wouldn’t keep the monster