Quinn was always afraid to go to sleep in his room at night. He thought that the monsters under his bed would grab him once the lights were out.
When he was ready to go to sleep, Quinn would get in his bed and ask his mom or dad to turn off the lights. If he was thirsty at night or needed to go to the bathroom, he would yell for his mom or dad to turn on the lights.
One night, Quinn was tired and ready for bed.
“Mom, I’m in the bed now, can you turn off the lights” yelled Quinn.
His mom stood in the doorway and said, “Quinn, you’re old enough to turn off the lights by yourself.”
“But mom, how will I get in the bed?” asked Quinn.
“What do you mean?” asked his mom.
“If I turn off the lights by myself, the monsters under the bed will grab me before I can get in bed” said a concerned Quinn.
“Nonsense, there are no such things as monsters” said his mom, “now turn off the lights and go to sleep.” With that, his mom walked away leaving Quinn with the dilemma of turning off the light.
Quinn looked at the light switch and then looked at his bed. He searched his room for an answer to his problem…and there it was, his baseball bat.
He hopped into bed and stretched out, with the bat in hand, and used it to turn off the light. CLICK! Victory! With the lights off, Quinn could now go to sleep.
The next night when Quinn was ready for bed, he looked for his bat. It was nowhere to be found.
“Mom have you seen my baseball bat?” shouted Quinn.
His mom stood in the doorway and said, “Oh, I let your cousin Nicky borrow it, he lost his.”
“But mom, I needed the bat to turn off the lights” said Quinn.
“Don’t be silly, just turn it off with your fingers” said his mom. And with that, his mom left.
Quinn looked at his fingers and said, “Nope, I’m not gonna do it.” He looked around his room and gathered up his toys and shoes and brought it onto his bed.
He looked at the light switch and picked up a toy. With careful aim, he threw the toy hoping it would hit the light switch off. SWOOSH, it soared through the air and…WHACK! It missed.
Quinn threw another toy…WHACK! He missed again.
He threw another toy and another and another…WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! No luck. He decided to use his sneakers.
This time Quinn went toward the edge of his bed, took careful aim and…SWOOSH! The shoes soared through the air and hit the light switch off. Quinn smiled and went to bed.
Just then, the lights came back on. “Young man, what are you doing?” angrily said his mom.
“I didn’t have my bat, so I used my shoes to turn off the lights” said a proud Quinn.
“Don’t do this again. Tomorrow night you use your fingers and turn off the lights like a normal person” said his mom.
“But mom, if I do that I won’t have time to get in the bed. The monsters’ll grab me!” Quinn said.
“There are no monsters under your bed!” said his mom, “Now go to sleep and don’t let this happen again.”
CLICK! His mom turned off the lights. Quinn laid in his bed with a look of concern.
“How am I gonna turn off the lights with my hand and get into bed before the monsters grab me?” Quinn pondered. His eyes lit up and he said with a smile, “Yes, I got it!”
The next night came and Quinn was ready for bed. He got four chairs and lined them up in a row. It went from the light switch to his bed.
Quinn got up on the first chair, that was near the door, and turned off the light. CLICK! He proceeded to the second chair and the third.
Because it was dark, Quinn almost lost his balance, “Whew! That was close” said Quinn. He slowly and carefully stepped onto the fourth and final chair and then finally plopped onto his bed.
Quinn smiled with pride knowing that he found a way to turn off the lights with his hand and get on the bed out of the monsters’ reach.
The next night came and Quinn prepared for bed, he walked into his room and saw that the chairs were gone.
“Mom!” yelled Quinn.
His mom rushed into his room, “What’s wrong?”
“What happened to the chairs I had here in my room?” asked Quinn.
“Why do you need the chairs?” asked his mom.
“I use the chairs to turn off the lights with my hand” said Quinn, “and then I walk on top of it to get to my bed. The monsters can’t get me.”
“There are no such things as monsters under the bed” said his mom, “turn off the lights like a normal person and walk into your bed. Do you understand?”
Quinn lowered his head and answered, “Yes, I understand.”
And with that, his mom left.
Quinn put his hand on the light switch and stretched his body toward his bed. He stretched and stretched and stretched and stretched but no luck. So close but yet so far.
“How am I gonna get into bed?” wondered Quinn.
He thought and thought and thought and then finally he got an answer.
“I know, I’ll run and jump into bed. If I run fast enough, the monsters won’t be able to grab me.”
With his hand on the switch, Quinn got into a runner’s stance. He counted, “One…two…THREE!”
CLICK! Off went the lights.
Quinn made a dash for his bed. Just before he could jump into bed, Quinn tripped over one of his toys.
KA-THUD! Quinn falls onto the floor, a few inches from his bed.
“OH NO! THE MONSTERS ARE GOING TO GET ME!” screamed Quinn. Frightened of what’s to come, he shuts his eyes.
A couple of seconds past, and then another, and then another. Quinn slowly opens his eyes and sees the underneath of his bed. There’s nothing but empty space.
Quinn smiles and chuckles to himself.
Just then…CLICK! the lights go on. “
Quinn what’s wrong? Why did you scream?” asked his mom.
“Oh nothing. I just slipped and fell when I was getting into bed” said Quinn.
“Are you alright?” his mom asked.
“I’m fine!” exclaimed Quinn, “I just need some sleep.” “
Okay then, get into bed and I’ll turn off the lights” said his mom.
Quinn stood up, grinned and proudly said, “That’s okay mom, I can turn off the lights by myself!”
His mom asked, “Aren’t you worried about the monsters under the bed?”
CLICK! Quinn turned off the lights and got into bed and said to his mom, “There are no such things as monsters under the bed. Good night.”