The Monster Is Not Under The Bed

When I was undergoing a certain training, I tapped in on a conversation that made my blood turn cold. On that day, I was seated at the front row while I overheard the interaction between a certain elderly Muslim man and some teenagers  (the teenagers were of both religions.) This man was telling these guys…

THE BOY AT THE SHED

Theo felt his wife’s hand rest on his shoulder as she dropped a cup of coffee on his working table. Elizabeth smelled of vanilla today, he liked it. He also noticed her movement was hesitant, something was bothering her. “What’s the matter?” When Theo heard Elizabeth sit and sigh heavily, he braced himself for whatever was…