I'm sorry...

My wife, Lisa passed away 5 years ago. My son, Luke lost his mom when he was just four. Ever since then, I always hired a babysitter to take care of my son. One late stormy night when I got home, I didn’t see the babysitter in the kitchen. That was where she normally is. So, I thought she went out through the back. That was when I noticed my son at the top of the stairs, crying.

 As he walked down the stairs, I could tell he was very terrified of something. I just brushed it off. When he hugged me, I asked “What’s wrong, boy? Nightmares?" He nodded. I asked if he can tell me, but he just looked at me." You can tell me, go on." He then started narrating. 

“I was awoken by the scream of the babysitter. I slowly went down the stairs to check. I saw a tall creature sticking its long fingers into her eyes, still screaming. As the creature pulled out its fingers, she stopped screaming. Blood and organs were pulled out from her eye sockets. I was terrified. Then another monster came crawling into the kitchen, from the basement door. Then another one came crawling in from the window. They finished the babysitter and licked the blood clean off the floor. I was terrified. I tried to run to the front door, but then one of them caught me by my collar."

Luke wept another tear, saying “I told the creatures that if they spare me, I'll stall my dad long enough for them to eat him." I looked at him with my eyes wide open. I then heard the back door and the basement door open. My son held me tight and said “I’m sorry." That was when I heard the window open.