User blog:Redknight910/WWYD MomC Repter

Prompt:  You're single dad sleep in bed, your son comes in and wake you, telling you that he saw a monster crawl under his bed and asks to sleep in your bed, being the protective father you are you let him, a few hours later he wakes you up again and says he saw the monster enter your closet and begs to to open it.

You decide to get out of bed to reasure him there's nothing in the closet when you open it you come face to face with a (Pick your monster) smiling at you.

 "Hello." is all she says.



Answer: I stare in shock, not believing my eyes. My wife is sitting in the closet, dressed in her favourite dress. I stumble back, falling on my ass.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. "I didn't mean to scare him. I just couldn't stay away any more..." Looking at her, I still can't believe my eyes. I ask her what's going on. She died when our son was born, and I watched her burial.

"I... I... Oh no, I screwed up big." She curls up in the closet as her form starts to disapate, slowly fading into shadows. Once the shadows are gone a young girl sits in the closet, crying while curling up, her arms around her knees. As I'm still trying to process what's happening my son walks passed and hugs her.

She instantly stops crying, looking up at him when he lets her go. "It's okay. You don't need to cry. Everyone makes mistakes, yeah?" He reassures her, putting a hand on her shoulder. I take another moment before sighing, my son has no idea what she screwed up, but he's still trying to help her.

I stand up, offering her a hand. She cautiously takes it and stands up. I think for a minute, then sigh as my son gives me a nudge. I know what he wants me to do, but he doesn't exactly know what's needed to make her feel better. I swear that kid’s heart is bigger than his head.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I look back at the doppleganger, and ask if she wants to go out sometime? Her eyes go so wide I'm worried they're going to pop out of her head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Y-you mean... Like this?" She gestures at herself. I nod, like that, though usually I go for more grown up women, I'm not about to make her start crying again. She throws herself around my waist,  and  she's crying again. But when my son comes in to put a comforting hand on her, she turns and hugs him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Thank you. Thank you so much." My son sits there, confused for a moment, before patting her on the back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You're welcome... I think..." I laugh at his confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder. I really hope the kid finds a good woman when he gets older. I ask if she can find somewhere else to sleep, that's not my bed or my son's room. She nods and quickly patters downstairs. My son gives me a hug and I take him back to bed. Tomorrows going to be an interesting day.