[ TT ] A child is kidnapped . Outraged , the monsters that live under their bed and in their closet vow to find them .

Where I'm from there is a story. It's the story of a father who died rescuing children from a maniac. He died a hero and many say his spirit lingers on watching over the children of our town. 
 
 Of course, that's just a story but still, we wonder sometimes. 
 
 We wonder about the man a few years ago who kidnapped a young boy from a wealthy family for ransom. 
 
 The father was going crazy trying to save his son. He'd have done anything and when they threatened to cut off his sons fingers he had a breakdown. 
 
 Some say the father did it or that he hired professionals to do it but others have a different tale, one that keeps the legend alive. 
 
 You see, the police reports were confusing. They found the boy, safely in his own bed. The police had managed to trace the calls and were on the way to get him anyway. When the stormed the derelict house they did n't expect to find a dead man, not one with dozens of small holes all over his face, neck and body. They also did n't know what to make of the old, large shoe found on scene, the battered baseball cap or the pile of bloody hangers. 
 
 The boy though, he had his own story, and so did some of the homeless who wandered the area and so did a frightened family of Koreans who had gotten lost trying to get back on the highway at 2:00 am. 
 
 They had a story of a skeleton man made of wire with shoes and a hat that came out of the night. A horror that broke the window, then screams. 
 
 The boy....he does n't talk anymore...... he just sits there and stares. He cries sometimes. 
 
 Maybe, maybe if someone could get through to him they'd find out about the single shoe still under his bed or the bloody hangers in his closet.
