The Visit

A father went to say good night to his seven year old son, very well knowing that if he didn't his son would have trouble sleeping. It was a nightly routine between them. He entered the dimly lit room where his son waited under his blanket. With the first glance the father could tell there was something unusual about his son tonight, but couldn't put his finger on it. He looked the same but had a grin that drew from ear to ear.

"Are you okay, buddy?”

The son nodded still with the grin before saying

"Father, can check for monsters under my bed?"

The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check only to satisfy his son.There under the bed, pale and afraid, was his son.His real son. He whispered

"Dad, there someone on my bed”

With all his strength, he lifted the bed and smashed it up against the wall with whatever or whoever was in it and bolted out of the house with his real son. When they got outside, they saw two silhouette of what look exactly like him and his son waving at them with knives in hand. They called the police with the help of their neighbors but when the police came, there was no one in the house or any signs of break in. Just a note written in blood which says

You didn’t wave back

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