He made his way back to his house and froze as he heard footsteps behind him. He spun around and was left staring at his neighbor's little boy. "What are you doing here?" Joe asked. "Can I spend the night?" the boy asked. "Did your mother say yes?" Joe asked the boy. He shrugged. "Well let's go ask your mother then Jacob." He took the boy's hand and led him back to his mother's house.
He knocked on the door and Rachel almost imediately answered. "Yes?" she asked. "Can I spend the night with Joe?" Jacob piped up before he could say anything. She smiled. "Is it okay with you, Joe?" she asked. He nodded. "Sure, do you need a bag or anything?" she asked. Jacob shook his head, took Joe's hand and started pulling him in the direction of the house.
"See you in the morning," Joe called as he let Jacob drag him back to his house. "Do you like my mom?" Jacob asked as Joe unlocked the door. "Maybe, why?" he asked pushing the door open. "Just wondering. I think she likes you," he replied. "Really?" he asked as Jacob plopped down onto the couch.
"Yep. Do you have any juice or anything?" he asked. "It's almost nine, isn't it time for bed?" he asked setting his keys down. "Yeah, but juice helps me sleep," the boy replied. "Do you like orange juice?" he asked. The boy nodded. He went to the kitchen and fixed the boy a glass of orange juice. When he returned, the boy was gone.
"Jacob?" he called. "In here!" came his voice from one of the guest rooms. He went to the room and found him lying in the bed. Good thing Joe had just bought some sheets. "Here," he said handing the boy the glass of juice. He gulped it down. "Can you tuck me in?" he asked. "Sure," Joe replied. "Make sure you check under the bed for monsters." Joe nodded, tucked the boy in, knelt down on the floor and looked under the bed. He froze in shock.