Page 2 of Under My Bed

Oh well, too late now because I nearly went broke to get this place.

Speaking of my clients, I should probably start on that home studio sooner rather than later, but that could wait until tomorrow or the next day. I was too fucking exhausted after moving my shit out of storage today and setting up my bedroom.

A shiver chilled my spine again for the hundredth time it felt like today. This was strange because I had adjusted the AC, which should not be on now. It doesn't matter; I would be warm under the covers after I finished up my nightly routine and got cozy.

At least, that was the plan.

After cocooning myself in my sheets like a human burrito, I thought I'd fall asleep right away. However, I felt far from sleepy because of the eerie sensation that someone or something was watching me. A daring glance out the window showed no one—thank fucking god. Yet, the feeling never disappeared, even when I fell asleep from exhaustion.

Then, it began—the strange dream. Well, maybe it was more of a nightmare because no part of it felt pleasant. It felt like I was dreaming, yet still awake. Kind of like experiencing sleep paralysis, but I could still move. And the strangest part? The dream took place in my new bedroom.

Slowly, the edge of my bed dipped. I don't know what came over me to turn my head and look, but I did. Fuck did I regret it because the sight of the wispy black fingers of some monstrous-looking hand sinking into the mattress terrified my soul out of me.

"Lovely little thing, aren't you? Oh, we're going to have so much fun." Okay, that deep, raspy voice sounded too real—at least the fear felt real enough.

Creeeeeeak…

The sound of the bed giving way to this shadowy weight made my heart sink in my tightening chest as the thing crept closer to me.

It was a gnarly-looking hand—at least it looked very much like a hand—that stretched into an arm, or at least a good length of something. I didn't dare crawl closer to get a better look because I wasn't that stupid. From the looks of it, it came from over the bed somewhere, probably from underneath, because I saw nothing beyond my bed. The floor seemed clear, and I saw nothing strange coming from the closet.

Whimpering, I quickly ducked under my blanket, hoping it would be enough of a protection barrier. It was a childish hope, but I couldn't bring myself to budge any further from my bed. Besides, maybe the thing couldn't get past—

"Ah!" I shrieked in horror at the feeling of something curling around my covered ankle.

"That's it, scream for me, my little pet." The raspy voice chuckled darkly and tightened its grasp on my ankle before giving it a firm yank.

I couldn't control the terrified shriek that escaped me even if I wanted to. Instinct took over as adrenaline coursed through my body and kicked it into fight mode—which surprised me because I sure as hell thought I would freeze.

"No! Let go! Stop!" I had no idea what I kicked at because I still had my head hidden under my covers, but my legs flailed around, hoping to shake off whatever this was.

Unfortunately, it all seemed to backfire. "That's it. I love it when they fight." The thing sounded crazier with the excited laughter it released.

My struggling only seemed to spur it on more with how the grip tightened fully on my ankle and pulled until it was pinned firmly on my bed. Then, my other ankle didn't take long to join, making me lay flat on my back with my legs bent and spread wide.

Whimpering out a sob, I struggled against the death grip. "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"

Wake up! Wake up! God fucking damn it!

No matter how hard I blinked, none of it would go away. Either the world was cruel and not allowing me to wake up from this nightmare, or my imagination fucked with me evilly. God, I hope it wasn't the latter, though, because shit like this just didn't happen! Or at least it shouldn't even be possible; ghosts, demons, and all those things didn't exist!

A pressure against my chest caused my body and mind to jolt back to reality. "G-get off me!" For a shadowy thing, it weighed a crap ton. Wait, what if I had it wrong? What if it was some solid dark mass and not a shadow? Either way, it was bad for me, so I don't know why I should even ponder about any of it.

"Please, stop!"

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Stupid sheets.

I wanted her tears. I wanted to see the fear in her watery eyes before her sweet tears would cascade down her delicate little face, leaving the most perfect trails for me to lick up and savor.

But no! Here I was, fighting to get these stupid sheets off of her to get to my prize.

Unfortunately, my impatience got the better of me today. "Show me your pretty little face, pet, then I'll stop for tonight." Bargaining with a lowly human, how deplorable of me.

Yet, I had to resort to this out of sheer desperation. I couldn't remember the last time I had a human to torment, not like I kept track of the dates—it felt like a millennium to me. So, I had been itching for something—anything—at this point in time.

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