She closed her eyes and pushed her hands against her little ears. Di didn’t want to hear her parents fight. She squeezed her jaw together and pushed her index fingers against her thumbs.
Di ran from the top of the staircase where she hid and listened to her father’s office. She climbed onto his chair and reached over his desk to fetch the magnifying glass. Her father told her it showed him things unseen.
As she poked the glass before her eyes, the room around her transformed. The darkened, dusty desk shone gold, and the room exploded with colour. She pulled the glass away from her eyes in shock.
“Wow,” Di said.
She hopped down from her father’s chair and poked the magnifying glass before her eyes again. Beautiful blues, stunning silvers, radical reds, and offbeat oranges soaked her brain. Di grinned and turned to the door.
Giant radioactive red footprints led her out of the room back to the stairs. She followed them down and around to the living room. She poked her head around the corner.
A big black wolf growled fiercely at her mother. Black fur covered his arms and legs. Thick silver claws gleamed on the ends of his fingers. Sharp yellow teeth curved out of his mouth. Bronze eyes glared at her.
Di whimpered and snapped back around the corner. She couldn’t put the magnifying glass down. She heard long slow footsteps near her. Di raced back to the stairs, her heart pounded. She pounced up, two steps at a time, her arms helped pull her weight up the rail.
At the top of the stairs, she looked back and saw the wolf gaze up at her. Di screamed and tripped on her socks. She fell over in a heap. Di heard a crack. Her magnifying glass broke, and she dropped it, terrified and afraid.
Di ran to her room and into her closet. She slammed the door shut and waited for the wolf. The lights in her room flicked on. A shadowed monster stalked her room in a silent hunt.
She closed her eyes and cupped her hand over her mouth. She squealed to herself in fear. The monster stomped out of the room in a huff. Di couldn’t let herself go. She sat clenched with her knees up to her chin.
“Di?” her mother called.
Di wouldn’t move. A single tear rolled down her left eye. She heard her mother’s footsteps near the closet doors. Di scrambled backwards and deep into her clothes. The doors opened, and light poured in.
Her mother squatted down in front of Di and held out her hand. Di shook her head and backed herself as far as she could go. Her mother frowned and inched closer to Di.
“Is there a wolf out there?” Di asked.
Her mother’s lips curled slightly at the edges and Di relaxed. Di inched closer to her mother; her hands shook, and her lips trembled.
“No, Di. There’s no bad wolf here. He’s gone,” her mother said. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“No,” Di said. “I saw him through the magnifying glass. He was real.”
“Okay, Di, but the only other person who’s been up here was your father.”
Originally posted on The Weekly Knob.