The Tickle Monster

Today, I was sleeping over my boyfriends house for the first time. When we went to bed, I asked him if he was scared of the tickle monster under his bed, as he had his feet hanging off the side. He laughed at me and told me not to be so childish. During the night, he woke me up, slightly laughing, saying, "Stop it, I know it's you. And I'm not even ticklish on my foot." I said I was still right beside him, so he turned on the bedside light. I've never heard a 18 year old guy scream so loudly before or jump so high. Who was under the bed? His dad, who overheard our conversation. He crawled out from under the bed, high-fived me, and left the room.