"DAAAADDDDYYYYY!" His scream wakes me, the adrenaline already kicking in. Down the hall I hear, "Daddy, there's a monster!"
I shoot out of bed. Grabbing my bat I run towards my bedroom door. For a moment I pause before flicking on the light.
As I open my door and walk into the hall, once again I hear his cries, "Daddy, hurry! I'm scared!"
I can't stop now. The instincts that are hard wired into my brain tell me I have to protect him and show him that there isn't really a monster.
Just the imagination twisting some shadows and sounds in his head.
I force myself faster down the hallway, but I'll be honest with you...this would be a lot less terrifying if I actually had a son.