"He bit your arm." She lets go of him and subconsciously scratches at her already bleeding wrist.

"No, he was trying to get me away from the closet!" He scowled and kicked his feet into the covers. "I've seen them. They talk to me. They say the king wants to see me." He held out his arm, showing her the bandage. "The man in the closet grabbed me here. He was pulling me under the bed when Beau came in and scared him off."

She scratches harder. "Beau bit you, Ethan. We had to take him to a different place."

"No. Mom and Luke wouldn't understand. They're grown-ups," Ethan said, as if it was perfectly clear. "They won't believe me. They can't see the monsters." He sighed and looked at her with the gravest expression she'd ever seen on a kid. "But Floppy says you and Lissy can see them. If you try hard enough. You can see through the Mist and the glamour, Floppy says so."

(Ping)

She scratches harder still. Another cut is starting to form from it. "Even if that's the case, the dog still bit you. Dogs that bite aren't allowed to stay."

"Ethan?" Moms voice floated outside the door, and her silhouette appeared in the frame. "Are you in here? Ethan, honey, time to get ready for bed. It's been a long day." She held out her hand, and Ethan hopped down to pad across the room, dragging his rabbit behind him.

"Can I sleep with you and Daddy?" He asked, his voice small and scared.

"Oh, I guess so. Just for tonight, okay?"

"'Kay." Their voices faded away down the hall.

Isiea sighs, trying to calm herself down. She then grabs one of the towels in her room for when she gets too stressed, and dabs at the two cuts.

Liseolette had listened quietly to their conversation from her bedroom across the room. Mist? Glamour? That kid certainly did have quite the imagination, so much he believed in it to that extent.

(Sorry, gonna get a little controlling)

That night, they both have the same dream. However, that don't see each other in it. You wake up and see Floppy, Ethan's stuffed rabbit, at the foot of your bed. In the dream, the rabbit was speaking to you, words that were grave and terrifying, filled with danger. It wanted to warn you, or it wanted you to help. You might have promised it something. The next morning, however, you couldnt remember much of the dream at all.