The Man Who Lived Under My Bed

At the age of ten I finally got a new bed, I remember when they brought it in , it came in a large white box with no label. My father had spent hours putting it  together with no right or wrong instructions.  After hours passing the clock...it was finally complete, it stared at me. It was a wooden color, shiny, with thick nails to hold the wood in place. It was built for a queen and it gave me pleasure.

          Night came and I jumped into my new bed, and after some tossing I fall asleep facing the wall. I wake up in the middle of the night having the urge to get some water. My mouth was dry and the taste dry air entering my mouth made my saliva drip on the corner of my mouth. As I put my foot down, I feel a light touch on my ankle and a light breeze of air coming from under my bed. I ignored it thinking it could possibly be something else. I  put my foot down and this time I felt the same thing. How strange I thought, surely I was imaging things. Its the middle of the night and im only scaring my self .

         After a couple of mins of thinking it over, on how it couldn't have been anything but my imagination....I felt a long and bitter tug. It grabbed both of my legs .  It was a long and scary grip. My eyes widen and I felt like my flesh was going to rip off. Those hands were cold and rough like if it had no skin at all, but scales. I  screamed , I cried, I tried to kick but I couldn't move. My room felt it was getting longer, I never seen the exit to my room seem soo....long. Its like my cries were on mute and nobody could help me. Suddenly a nasally shriek came from under the bed that appeared to a laugh, it was a man. The man wailed out "MY BED MY BED MY BED, ITS THOMAS BED!!!!!" by that point I don't remember much, I simply remember falling onto the cold floor with a angry man holding on to my ankles screaming.

      The next morning I find myself on the floor with the blankets pushed down. Everything seemed normal, and for awhile I thought I was dreaming. I ignored it like the way I always ignore things that don't make sense. I was changing into a pair of jeans until suddenly I noticed some hand marks on my ankles that looked like burn marks. Their was no waaaaay I could have done that to myself. Last night was such a blur, and honestly I really didn't want to think about it. When I was done getting dressed i started making my bed. Picking up the blankets that slid under the floor and gently folded it on my bed. Tugging in all the access pieces of fabric and then my bed was set. I was ready to start my day until i noticed something craved on the side of my bed. I  got closer and closer and then I saw that it read THOMAS. My heart dropped and I couldn't move. That little laugh came back into my head, and how it sat their in replay. I was able to run this time, and I was no longer stiff ,but damn never in my life was i so happy to be out of my room...off my bed.

         My parents were up sitting down at the table reading their bible just like they did every Sunday morning. I  could hardly talk, I kept trying to catch my breath. "MOM DAAD!!!" I cried. But they didn't move, they didn't even look up. They kept on staring at their book. I felt like they were frozen , i felt like they couldn't even see me standing their. Who was I and why cant they look up at their daughter screaming in horror ? My mom finally looked up and glared at me while dads face started to fall more into the book. She smiled and placed her hand on mine, said "God will save you". "What do you mean, what?! I was scared and confused. The room grew dark and the sun that was outside of the window was slowly disappearing." Mom did you not hear me cry last night? I was loud and their was a ..man under my bed." I could hear the laugh become louder like an echo  coming out of my room. "Can you hear that?" cried. "Hear what?" mom replied. Dads face fell into the bible, his face melted he looked like wax. I was scared as hell and everything felt like a dream.

         My mom kept staring at me, she wasn't my mom any more, she wasn't Norma. The laugh grew louder and louder and i started to cuff my ears from the noise. My mom just stared and smiled at me some more..... Before falling completely on the floor from the wailing i asked " MOM WHOSE THOMAS ?!" I cried. She put her hands together in some gesture and said " That's the man who died on your bed, father killed him and i buried him under the house, under your bed. You kept bitching that you wanted a new bed, so one day father and I went to bakers house when he slept and then..........well he was gone. Now ask God to help you, ask for his forgiveness!!!!" She yelled and yelled . Her laugh blended in with the other laugh, and dads remains now dripped onto the floor.

          I fell to the floor and covered up my ears. The voices, the laughs conjoined into one and poured into both ears. It slowly dissipated into nothing. Mom turned around and glared on to her bible, and the laugh faded away. The laugh from my room ceased but my fathers remains stayed on the floor. I was able to get up and as soon as I did, I ran out that door. I just ran and I didn't stop for answers, I couldn't even look back. Dad was a murderer, mom was possessed ,and Thomas was......dead.    Ever since then? I never heard from Mom again, nor dad. It turned out Thomas wasn't real ...................and I was just a social path .