Everyone knows of the monsters under their bed.

When the lights go out, the curtains are drawn and you're fast asleep; they crawl out from beneath your bed.

They crawl out from the shadows. From the darkness. From the places you're too scared to look, for fear of seeing them - the monsters.

They look upon your sleeping form. Trace a horrible finger no more than a breath's width above the skin on your neck and arm, causing the hair there to stand on end.

You stir and they retract, into the shadows, into the dark. But you can see their outline. Quick movements and a lamp illuminates the room.

And no one is there. 

Everything is as you left it - quiet and still.

You look around, no sign of a shadow anywhere, so you content yourself that it's your imagination. A bad dream. You switch out the light.

But you forget about the one place where there is always a shadow - underneath your bed. 

The monster crawls out from it's hiding spot and watches you fall asleep.

It crawls on it's belly to the foot of the bed. It's long, lithe fingers lift the blankets you lie beneath. The blankets that make you feel safe, protected. And it wriggles underneath your defence and lies, silently next to your sleeping form.

You wake to the coldness seeping down your spine. Your nerves are on edge. Your hair on end. Your limbs have turned to lead, stiff and unmoving. Your mind racing, breath quickening. You know the feel of your monster. 

"You tormented me as a child", you whisper to it. "You will torment me no longer."

With all your strength, you roll over and stare into the eyes of the monster. Into the soul of evil, torture and rage.

"Leave me. Forever. Go." Your voice trembling, quiet and scared. You don't look away. You don't dare.

Your blankets move as the monster slips away, back towards the shadows.

You can hear the floor boards creek, as it walks across your room. Quick as you can, you turn on the lamp.

Light chases away the shadows; the monster shrieks in pain as the light burns into its flesh. It tears at itself until it is nothing but a pile of harmless, grey ash on your bedroom floor.

You let out a breath and collaspe in exhaustion back upon your bed. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. 

You just killed the monster from under your bed.

Lily Larkin
May 9 2020

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Loved this!

Rod Webb
May 10 2020