There was a monster under his bed. Simon knew it. He could hear him breathing. Maybe more than one. Maybe two. Maybe even three or four. Five monsters crawling up the side of his bed!

Why had he agreed that he didn't need a night light? His younger brother, Alex, had one. What was wrong with a night light?

But there was a flashlight. Did he dare get up and look? And if he did, what would he find? For there was something under his bed!