When your kid brother tells you about the monster under the bed or in the closet, don’t be so quick to dismiss it.
Little Eddy’s Dark Friend
By David Crerand
My dad’s name was Ed, but thankfully I had been named Thomas, after my grandfather, and that left my kid brother to be named after our father. So he would be the one cursed with being called Little Eddy all his life. I had often heard Mom and Dad joke about Eddy being their little accident. It’s not that they didn’t love him or anything like that; it’s just that he had come as quite a surprise. My sister was already fourteen and I was eleven when Eddy was born. My parents figured “been there, done that”, but then, hey, surprise!
Little Eddy was only six years old when the really weird stuff started to happen.
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At first, it was just things disappearing. Now, I’m not talking about not being able to find
a couple of items that might have been misplaced or accidentally put in the wrong drawer or something like that. Once something disappeared, it was never seen again! Not ever! Our suspicions were focused on Little Eddy right from the start, simply because none of his things ever disappeared. It was always my stuff, or Mom and Dad’s stuff, and once in a while, before she moved out to an apartment of her own, my sister Eileen’s stuff. My parents tried to discipline him repeatedly to make him stop, but Little Eddy just kept professing his innocence, and things kept disappearing. They tried everything. They talked with him about not touching other people’s things. They sent him to his room without supper and refused to pay him his allowance. They took away favorite toys and finally as a last resort they even spanked him, which was something my parents had never done to me or my sister, and you could see that it hurt them very much to be driven to that point with Eddy. They were at their wits end when they decided to talk with a professional.
Best I’ve read on this site for a while. 
Guess some people don’t realise that you’re already a magnificently talented writer:-) A well-written and well-crafted tale about a teenage boy and his kid brother..and a strange being who collects things and has taken up residence behind his little brother’s bookcase..scary and gothic-like..you write with a great sense of imagery David..I loved this story
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