Mom went to sleep. Brad walks around under her bed.
"Mom and Cindy are mountains. There more monsters than people. I can die tring to contact her. If I climb up the bed. I don't know what she might do to me. She wakes up sees this tiny thing on her pillow "wham" she smashes me."
It was then that Brad saw the pencil and pad. Brad darted to the pencil. The pencil was short like one of those library pencils. Brad picks up the pencil. He is amazed that he is strong. The thought passes as he writes on the pad:
Mom. This is Brad I am alive. Some light hit me I don't know what happened but It made me 1 inch tall. Please mom I am here. I heard you talk to grandma about me for 1 1/2 hours. I know this is weird. Please mom believe me.
Brad placed the pencil down and ran to a corner under the bed and rested.
Brad awoke with the impact of he mother's foot to the floor. Brad placed the pad on top of her slipper. His mother reached down. For a while there was silence,then "Cindy get in here!"
Cindy came in wiping sleep from her eyes. "Cindy this isn't funny"
"What is mom"
"This"
Mom stands and hands the note to Cindy.
"Mom I didn't write this. I would kid around like that. I'm worried about Brad also"
"Then who did"
"I don't know"
"If it wasn't you then who
"Mom believe me I didn't do this."
"Who would make this up."
"I don't know"
Brad moves to the post at the foot of the bed. He ducks his body back. He can see them. Cindy eyes gazes to the floor. His mother eyes sweeps the floor.
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