There’s a terrible green monster
who lives beneath my bed.
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed.
I shiver underneath my sheets
and squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if I lie real still
he won’t eat me tonight…
He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says, “I’m scared!
Can I get in with you?”

- Penny Trzynka

I don’t think these kids bought the whole, “I’m scared!” line…

Photographer Laure Fauvel‘s photo series Terreurs.
Poem by Penny Trzynka via Dinner with Dracula.