Tom woke up a few hours later, the sun shining bright into his room. He stretched and saw that it was about noon. His son wasn't in his bed anymore, so he got up to find him and make sure he was ok.

The door to his daughter, Molly's, room was open wide, and he could hear the TV on downstairs. He went down to make sure everyone was alright. Both of his kids were sitting on the couch watching some cartoon. "Hey guys, how are you?"

"We're fine, daddy." said Molly, with a tired expression.

"You don't sound fine, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, dad. We're fine." Tom assumed she was just tired, so he looked at Kenny.

"How about you, kiddo? Sleep ok in daddy's bed?"

Kenny yawned, and smiled. "Yeah, dad. I slept great. Thanks."

"Why did you sleep in dad's bed? Did you get scared again?" said Molly, pushing him.

"Shutup..." Kenny replied, embarrassed.

"Woah woah woah, again? What do you mean again?" asked Tom.

"Nothing, dad!" Kenny said angrily, pushing Molly back.

"He's been hearing noises, dad. He thinks there's a boogey man that lives outside of his window. He's just being a baby."

"Kenny, why am I just hearing about this? How long has this been going on?"

"Weeks! Months, maybe!" yelled Molly.

"Just a few nights, dad..."

"You should have told me sooner. You can sleep in my bed anytime you feel afraid, ok? You too, Molly."

Molly rolled her eyes and changed the channel on the TV. Tom was concerned about Kenny, and decided to see what was going on.

That night, Kenny laid down in Tom's bed, and instantly fell asleep. Tom lay next to him, and strained to listen for any noises. He turned off every light in the house, and left the door to his and Kenny's bedrooms open, so he could hear more clearly. He laid there for hours, and didn't hear a sound.

Around midnight, Tom's eyes started to droop. He could feel his head getting heavier, and he pulled the blanket to his chin. His eyes slowly started to close, and he gradually started to fall asleep.

Then, he heard it. It was so quiet, he wasn't sure if he actually did hear it or just thought he did. A scratching noise, from Kenny's room. He sat straight up and strained his ears again. Nothing. He stood up, and walked to his door. Still nothing. He walked carefully down the hall, and stood outside Kenny's room.

He heard another scratch. So small and quiet, he wouldn't have even heard it, had he not been holding his breath. He made his way into the small bedroom to the window, where the curtains were still closed from that day. He stood inches from the glass, and waited for the noise again. Scratch scratch scratch. He jumped back, the noise startled him.

Tom ripped open the curtains, but didn't see anything outside. He opened the window, and looked around outside. Nothing. There was nothing anywhere close that could have scratched at the window like that. He came back inside, and closed the window, which now had even more scratch marks than before.

He closed the curtains and went back to his bed. He didn't sleep all night. When Kenny woke up, Tom got out of bed and made them some breakfast. Molly soon joined them, and he dare not tell them what happened the night before.

'Tonight,' thought Tom, 'I'll sleep in Kenny's room, and see what is going on.'