I decided to spend the night with my boyfriend. When we went to bed, I jokingly asked him if he was afraid of a monster under the bed that would tick his legs (they were slightly hanging off the bed).
He laughed and replied that I had childish thoughts.
At night he woke me up and, laughing a little, said:
Stop, I know it’s you ticking my feet.
But I replied that I was lying next to him and that I didn’t have such long arms.
He turned on the nightlight to make sure.
I’ve never heard or seen an 18-year-old boy scream so loudly and jump so high.
“Who was under the bed?” You ask me.
It was his father who listened to our conversation tonight.
He, pleased, got out of the bed and, quietly, ran away.
He is 45 years old.