Part+I

The boy appeared at the door of the room, looking. The light emanating from the nightlight behind him in the hallway. As he walked into the room the loose floorboards creaked beneath his feet. He reached the side of the bed and brought his arm up above his head. The red light from the alarm clock shined red one his face. The man laying in the bed, Jim, quickly opened his eyes noticing the boy face stricken with red light. “Ahh” he gasped “Timmy you scared the shit out of me. What’s wrong” Jim said reaching to turn on the light. “There’s a monster in my room. Can I sleep here.” whimpered the Timmy Jim picked up Timmy and tossed him gently down next to him “Sure thing buddy but this is the last time okay” Timmy shook his head but in the darkness of the room Jim saw nothing. “I’m going to run to the bathroom you go back to sleep now.” Jim said as he kissed Timmy’s forehead. He turned off the light and walked across the creaky floorboards into the hallway. As he maneuvered over the various obstacles in the hallway he heard a giggle behind him. Jim turned around but there was nothing there “Must have been my imagination” he thought Then he heard it again another giggle but this time louder. “Timmy” he squinted his eyes and looked beck towards the bedroom door. It was closed. “Timmy is that you” Another giggle “Timmy you get out here right now.” Light erupted from the open space beneath the door and the knob twisted open. Light flooded the hallway and Timmy stepped out. “What’s wrong Dad” Timmy asked rubbing his eyes. “I just fell asleep.” “Nothing, Buddy, nothing just go back to sleep” “You’re weird” “Yeah, I know.” Timmy closed the door the boards of the floor creaked with each step Timmy took back towards the bed. Then the lights went out and Jim was once again alone in the dimly lit hallway. “Hehehe,” “Who was that?” No response “Great now I’m losing it.” Jim said to himself as he passed by Timmy’s room. “No you’re actually quite sane.” A voice in the darkness if Timmy’s room irrupted “Who said that? Where are you I’m calling the cops.” Jim started running down the hall to his bedroom to find Timmy “No, I don’t think you are” an icy chill ran up Jims spine and his body was frozen where it stood. “My name is Mardiphis and I’m here for your son.” Jim tried to move but his body wouldn’t budge. Mardiphis emerged from the darkness it was a frog the size of a man that stood on his hind legs. His mouth was enormous all the better for catching flies I assume. “What do you want with my son?” Jim chattered “Your son, Timmy as you know him, is the King of my people, and we are in need of our King.” “No, you can’t have him. He’s mine” Jim snarled. “Well, in all actuality Timmy is mine; my wife and I gave him to you.” “What are you talking about I remember the day my wife gave birth to him I was there. I was there. I held her hand as she died.” “Right you are your wife did die, but she was not the mother of your child, and you sir, are not the father.” “You’re wrong. He’s mine.” “Sir I do not like to reiterate myself, but for some reason some of your species are hard headed. Allow me to explain farther” “No I don’t want to know. He’s my son I know that and so does he that’s all that matters.” “My species are treelings.” Mardiphis said tongue flailing from his mouth “To have a son we must send a seed, and when that seed is matured we must harvest it. My wife and I saw you and your wife trying desperately to have a son to no avail so we sent you are seed. It’s tragic that the seed bearer, in this case your wife, had to die. She seemed like a wonderful women and now sir Timmy has reached the age of harvest I will be talking him home. So that he may take his place as prince of my kingdom.” “No. you can’t he’s, he’s all I got left.” “This sir is where I bid you adieu.” Mardiphis walked past Jim and gave him a pat on the back with his large four fingered hand. “You’ll be free in an hour. Don’t come looking for us, you won’t find us anyway.” “You’re a monster. You hear me. Don’t touch my son. He’s mine. Mine.” Jim yelled “TIMMY, TIMMY. RUN DO YOU HEAR ME RUNNN.” “Sir screaming won’t help Timmy is already fast asleep dreaming of what his life was like as a seed.” “TIMMMMMY” Jim woke the next morning to his alarm clock buzzing in his ear. “Timmy” he mumbled. “No sto-” Jim quickly sat up and looked next to him the bed was empty. Jim ran jumped out of bed and ran to his son’s room. He gasped “What’s wrong dad” Timmy asked “Nothing son I’m just happy to see you.” “You’re silly Dad.” “Yeah I know. Let’s get dressed and get some breakfast.” “Okay” Walking down the street, Jim wrapped his arm around his son happy that everything that happened last night was all just a dream. “So Buddy you want to got to MacDonald’s for breakfast” “Nahhh.” “What do you mean I thought you loved MacDonald’s?” There was a long pause and Timmy stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. His face had a blank look upon it and his eyes just stared into the nothingness in front of him. “Timmy, Buddy, you okay” “Yeah,” Timmy started walking again “you’re right I do love MacDonald’s. Let’s go get some pancakes.” “Okay. Sure thing” Jim pushed his son’s momentary lap of judgment out of his head and they continued to there quest for Breakfast.