Timmy's Demise

As his breath slowed and all seemed calm, he slowly peeked his head out from his ragged, old blanket. He looked around the small room seeing nothing but darkness and the occasional toy. However, he felt much safer and warmer knowing he was in the safety of his blanket. But silently out of the night, he heard the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Then, a that point, Timmy discovered blankets don't protect you from the monsters at night.