I was awaken by a loud shrill.
At first I don’t know what to do because the room was so dark and I cannot make out where was that noise came from. Finally my sanity and consciousness returned and I realized my son John Kenneth was the one shouting and crying.
In darkness I hold him closely assuring him that nothing’s wrong, but the reality is I don’t know the reason why he was shouting and crying.
I carried him and he is quite heavy as he is turning 4 on October 27. We put on the lights and went to the dining room to let him drink his water.
After that, I again feel sleepy and asked my son if we can go back to bed but he strongly objected to getting back in our bedroom.
I asked what’s wrong and he said he saw something moving beside him.
I checked the bed while he was watching the Nick channel.
There I saw a zombie mask which we bought earlier from a local shop. Kenneth loves the mask primarily because of its color violet.
The zombie mask is made of rubber with real hair glued and looks frightening in the dark.
I brought the mask outside to show him if the zombie mask was the cause of his earlier fear and Kenneth nodded saying, “I saw it moving, I was afraid of the mask.”
So I just urged him to give the mask to his cousins but he strongly objected saying, “its mine and I like it.”
“I just thought it was moving but I am fine now,” Kenneth adds.
When I asked him if we can go back to sleep, he agreed, but still bringing in back to our bed his precious mask.
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