Free Fiction Monday - The Thing Under the Bed

If she wasn't my daughter, I wouldn't handle the shrill whining coming from her mouth. As it was I barely noticed what she said until she shoved her new smart phone under my nose with a picture.

"Mom," she said. "It's under my bed. You have to get it out."

I saw a few white limbs on the picture. It was probably her friends posing so that I would actually …