I swatted aside the cobwebs, crouching, as I moved quickly through my room. Toys laid all around me, with daunting eyes, yearning evil inside them. Aggressively, I tried to climb onto the bed, the bedsheets plummeting down. Surrounded by dark energy, a squeaky door that scared me witless, and crimson wallpaper, I slowly sank down into my soft bed, hands trembling as I pulled up the sheets, in fear of him.
I could hear the violent breeze shuffling the trees at my window, and it couldn’t have been more frightening. It’s almost like the first night. Couldn’t resist to think it.
The only light that remained was the faint glow from my lamp. My body began to perspire, horror beginning to win me over. In fear of switching off the lamp, I grabbed all the courage I had, and cautiously titled my head forward. My head was quite stiff, as my face was grossly sticky from sweating so much. I looked at the clock, it said 12:03pm. “Time of death, one two zero three” I murmured to myself. I moved a little closer. Taking deep breaths every-inch I moved, I looked underneath. A glimpse reached my eye. But, before I could make my decisive word, I fell over, like a bunch of building blocks. A five-year-old body, with legs as thin as sticks, tumbled over the bed, and I fell head-first onto the floor.
I heard a huge thud, and looking over my shoulder, my bed was all messy. My mum rushed into the room, and said, “Again, Susie? There’s nothing under there. Why did you pull down the sheets?” In utter frustration of disbelief, I replied,
“Honestly, it wasn’t me!”
“It was the monster. I know it.”
“I’ve heard his footsteps, it’s creepy.” But mum had a counterpoint to everything I said.
© Jessica Ann George