Beware my son. Beware the binkfoys. Nasty little beasties that lurk in the dark, in the crevices and in the holes. They wait until you turn your back and harm you with their thin claws. They are impossible to escape once they have in their sight and though safe in the day you are not so at night.
Evil little things are the binkfoys, the devil's own servants, always at the beck and call. So named for the sound they make, just before they strike. The 'bink' being like the sound of a squeaking gate, the 'foy' deep and guttural like the croak of a frog. They hide where you cannot see and wait about most patiently.
Terrible little monsters the binkfoys are with long grown hair and claws to match. They can lurk beneath the floor, or scuttle about the rafters. They may snatch at you from beneath the door and leave your mind in tatters. You'll never be the same should you encounter the vile creatures and your sanity cannot survive gazing upon their features.
The narrator opens the door that leads from the room before he turns once again to his audience. "Beware. Beware the binkfoys. Beware," he repeats as he slowly shuts the door behind him.
The boys, who are the audience, remain huddled about in their sleeping bags. Their faces illuminated by the lights of their electronic devices.
Said one to another. "Your dad is lame." All of them agree and so cast the blame.