When a horde of terrible monsters invade their town a group of kids embark on a journey into a secret world of terror and wonder.
Bump in the Night is a story for children who are brave enough to confront the thing under the bed, and for adults who are wise enough to know that, not only are monsters real, but that our stories can save us from them.
Excerpt
Jason lay in the dark, sweating and shivering, for about twenty minutes before his closet door opened and the clam-colored thing that had been hiding inside stepped out into the moonlight that was shining through Jason’s window. The creature was no taller than Jason, but twice as wide, with bulging, fatty arms that reached all the way to the floor so that its thick sausage fingers dragged on the carpet. The thing’s bald head, almost spherical, save for its tiny ears and flat moon face, was twice as wide as its body. It looked impossible that that giant head could balance atop that short, thick neck, and that at any moment, it would roll to one side or the other, taking the little beast down with it. Its eyes were huge and cloudy-yellow and without pupils. It had no nose to speak of, but a wet wheeze slurped in a small hole in its face just above a two-foot wide idiot-grin of blocky yellow teeth framed by thick pink lips. The monster was wearing Jason’s own clothes; a pair of sweatpants that were too big for its tiny legs and a Toy Story t-shirt that, stretched to the point of splitting across the monster’s thick torso, was now emblazoned with a misshapen, almost unrecognizable Woody the Cowboy.
As the monster walked slowly toward the terrified boy, it clicked its blocky teeth together rapidly and dragged its fat hands up off the floor to reach out for him. Jason screamed, leapt out of his bed and ran for his door. It was locked. The child screamed for his mommy. He screamed for his daddy. They never came for him.
But the boogeyman did.
It came for him, and it got him.
