Monster in the House

Matthew rushed into the room, a blue blanket trailing behind him. He scrambled under the bed and held onto his only comfort, the soft felt of his blanket. There was screaming and sobbing from downstairs. His mothers scream echoed around the house but it ended abruptly. She didn’t make anymore noise. His breath quickened as he heard door after door being opened and then slammed shut. Closer and Closer. Bang... BANG... BANG! He closed his eyes and cradled his blanket as the door to the room burst open. He could hear everything. The heavy plunk of the footsteps as they worked their way around the room. The soft growl. He stopped breathing, wishing this thing away. He could smell it, a stench of many evils, a smell that would haunt him until his last dying breath. For what seemed like hours the thing stood there in the room, growling, searching for its prey. Finally...it left, leaving him alone again. He didn’t breathe in just yet, not until he heard the slam of the front door. He stayed under the bed for a few minutes more, his skin pale in the darkness of the room. He crawled out after awhile from his hiding spot, and left the room. He started going down the stairs. The first thing he saw was a spilled glass bottle on the table. It smelled exactly like that... thing. The next thing he saw made his blood run cold, made him stop in his tracks and sob a little. There, on the floor, was his mother. He rushed down the stairs and hurried to her side. Her shirt was covered in blood that ran slowly down her side onto the wooden floor.
"Wake up mamma" He said softly, shaking her gently. That is where the police found him two hours later, still holding his dead mothers body, still repeating the same words. When the police asked him what happened, he told them about the monster, the stench. The headlines of the local newspaper the next day read, "Mother found dead by her Son" and underneath that in smaller letters, "Husband admits to murder."