Rabbit left a plate of cookies on her bedroom floor. Three chocolate chip, one Oreo and a one of the tasteless ones her little brother gummed and drooled on. They were an offering for the monster under her bed. A sacrifice. And so far it’d been working.
Every morning she’d wake up, alive, unharmed, relieved, nothing but a few crumbs remaining.
One night, pyjamas on, face scrubbed and teeth brushed, an empty cookie box in the cupboard.
“I’ll get more tomorrow. Sorry, honey, I forgot.”
Betrayal; excruciating, fang-sharp, soul-deep.
Rabbit didn’t care if the monster got her now.