A Terrifying Tale

I have a six year old son. He suddenly wants to hear scary stories every spare minute. And if I invent them on the fly, so much the better.

He has a ranking system. He says things like “Tell me a story that’s nineteen scary. No. Five hundred scary.” Occasionally he’ll ask for infinity scary, but I’ve restrained myself.

Recently he said, “Tell me a fifty scary story. With a zombie.”

I said, “Okay. Once upon a time, there were two guys. One was named Jim, and the other was named Bob.”

“Oh….that does sound scary,” he said with complete wide-eyed sincerity.

Then I laughed and we read Captain Underpants instead because I couldn’t figure out what to do with Bob and Jim.