At first they dismissed the noises and movement, thinking that it was their own imagination doing all of this. After all, they were old enough to not believe in fairy tales. But after the first night, the disruptions continued, sometimes well into the early morning. They both heard it though, that rattling and heavy breathing. How embarrassing it was to call Rebecca up to check under their beds - they were teenagers, they shouldn't have been scared. And yet their foster mother didn't find anything, just dust bunnies and a lost key ring. Perplexed, she told the children it was their imagination and they should put it out of their minds. But one was brave enough and one night with the moon light spilling into their room, Leah got onto the floor, lifted up her sheets and looked under... And then she was taken. Large massive claws suddenly shot out from the darkness, clutching painfully at Leah's sides. She screamed, her pinned arms preventing her from fighting back. With his claws digging deep into Leah's sides, he drew blood. Leah's foster sibling tried to pull her back but it was futile. Collasping upon the floor, the sibling watched as Leah disappeared in the darkness. Moments later, Rebecca opened the door. She looked concerned, her eyes landing on one sole face, scrutinizing. About to speak, and tell her that the impossible happened, Rebecca spoke first. "... Is everything alright? I heard screaming." "Rebecca! Leah's missing! Some monster appeared under her bed and - " Their foster mother frowned deeply. "Leah? T-There's no Leah here sweet heart." Bewilderment crossed her face, only to be replaced with a cross look. "I hopeyou haven't been picking up bad habits. I'm searching your things first thing tomorrow morning..." She shook her head, muttering, "First it's monsters and now this." She made a sound of frustration, then shut the door behind her. How could their foster mother have forgotten about Leah?