Mr. Giggles

I don’t know who to believe. When the lights aren't on, Mr. Giggles never stops whispering that my mom's a liar. My mother insists he’s just a figment of my imagination, something I’ll grow out of. But I can’t ignore how much he resembles the man in the photo by her bed—the one she says is my father. She told me he gave his life for us overseas, that he’s gone forever, and there’s nothing more to it. But if she’s telling the truth, if the man in the picture is dead and he really was my father… then who’s been tickling my feet at night?