- 13.
My husband was coming back soon.
I wracked my brain, trying to think of more wicked things to do to inflict lasting trauma on their young minds.
Standing before both of them, I announced a new house rule.
From now on, they would move into my room and sleep with me.
“…the Big Bad Wolf ate Grandma and put on her red nightgown. Through a crack in the door, he whispered to Little Red
Riding Hood…”
“Grandma is so hungry. Do you have anything for me to eat?”
“The kind Little Red Riding Hood passed a biscuit to the wolf–grandma, but suddenly, the wolf–grandma grabbed her
hand!”
My hand, hidden under the covers, shot out and grabbed Monica’s. She shrieked in terror and dove into my arms.
I cackled internally.
Hahaha… I’d scared them again!
Matt, facing away from me, was curled up at the corner of the bed, pretending to be asleep.
Hmph, I wasn’t fooled!
The little rascal’s ears were pricked up, clearly listening to every word.
I smirked, vowing to read every grim fairy tale I could find and tell them the most terrifying stories imaginable.
