It's been some time now. It started after summer. It must have arrived like some unwelcome visitor when we were away on holiday at grandma and granddad's place. Or maybe that's where it came from. A hitchhiker from their dusty attic.

My sister Stella says I'm imagining things. But I'm not! I can hear it at night. Scratching and screeching. Mean looking eyes. Sharp teeth. And it has a tail. I've looked several times, but it's really dark down there!

I've followed the facts, used the clues and now I'm absolutely convinced: There's a monster living under my bed!

Clearly something needs to be done. I think it might be best if you go and have a look. I'll be right behind you, I promise.

Find the monster!