Don't Look Under Your Bed
Posted by Shinichi
Date Posted: 01/16/2007

Don’t Look Under Your Bed

My best friend and I were alone at my house one night. My mother took my little sister and brother to Texas for the summer and my older brothers were in Canada with their friends. Robin suggested we watch a movie; I looked through my collection and found Halloween. “That’s a great idea.” She said. “Dunno if this is a good movie with this atmosphere.” I replied. “What do you mean?” she asked. “How about we watch When A Stranger Calls?” I asked. “YEAH!” she shouted. I put the DVD in and we watched the movie.

Around midnight the movie still played. “Angel, I need to go to the bathroom.” she said. “Okay, I’m gonna go get more sodas and something to eat.” I replied. She smiled and walked away. I paused the movie and headed downstairs with Robin. I made a pizza and popcorn. I sat at my table waiting for the pizza to get done. Robin walked in “Took ya long enough.” I teased. “Stomach ache.” She replied. “Oh, well, come and wait with me.” I said. She sat down next to me. We talked about how cool it was that we were home alone. When the pizza was done we took it out of the oven, cut some slices and took them upstairs.

At 3:00AM, we turned off the movie and the lights. I heard a noise under my bed “What was that?” I asked. “It’s probably your cat.” She said. “Probably.” I replied. Just then my cat Baby jumped onto my bed and we still heard the noise. Robin and I got off my bed and headed into the living room. We heard a noise in my mom’s room, so we opened her door and there was nothing there. I closed the door, “Angel this is starting to scare me.” Robin said. I looked at her “I know, I’m scared too.” I replied. We walked downstairs. We got some blankets out from the storage closet and made a pallet on the living room floor. Robin and my pillows were right next to each other “Maybe it was our imagination.” I said. “Yeah, but just in case let’s stay down here.” Robin replied. Then we heard a crash from my room.

To make things worse there came a loud knock on the front door. I summoned the courage to go and answer it. There stood my little sister Sandra “What the hell are you doing here!?” I snapped. “I felt like something was wrong so mom sent me home.” she replied. I let out a deep sigh. “Get your scrawny butt in here.” I said pulling her by the arm. “Ow! That hurt! Potty mouth!” she snapped. I gave her a death glare “You two shouldn’t be fighting. Whatever is up there could hurt us.” Robin said. “I know. But Sandra should’ve stayed with mom.” I replied. “Hey! If I wanted I to come here, I could!” Sandra said. I smiled at her “Well, since you’re here, I’m gonna hafta let you in on what’s happening.” I replied. “So, what’s going on?” she asked with a confused look. “Robin and I were in my room getting in bed when we heard something under the bed, Robin said it was Baby but she was on the bed with me and we still heard the noise. So we started coming down here when we heard a noise in mom’s room but there was nothing and right before you knocked there was a crash comin from my room.” I replied. She looked frightened .“What do you think is up there?” she asked. “Not so sure.” Robin and I replied. “Uh… but what happens if it comes down here?” Sandra asked. “Then Robin and I will kick its butt.” I replied. “We oughta go see what’s up there.” Robin said. “Yeah, but what if it’s some kinda Looney?” I asked. “Well, then we run and scream for out dear lives.” Robin replied. I gave her death glare “You’re kinda being a little weird… but, what if it grabs us? What are you gonna do then?” Sandra asked. “I’ll let it take Robin.” I joked. “Hey!” Robin snapped. Sandra laughed at the moment.

We walked upstairs; I saw a folded piece of paper taped to the wall. I grabbed it and unfolded it. The writing was in blood. It read: Don’t Look Under Your Bed… blood drips out of her bleeding heart. His smile is tainted. Her cries can be heard for thousands of years. Let’s play Hide-And-Go-Seek and see if you find me before the time runs out. I’ll try and find you three too...

We screamed out in horror as I finished reading this letter. “What the hell does it mean!?” Robin asked. “How the hell am I supposed to know?” I snapped. “Hey guys stop fighting we gotta find him, before our time runs out.” Sandra said. I looked at her “What is that supposed to mean?” Robin and I asked. “It means that if he finds us first our screams and death will be the same as hers.” Sandra replied.

We sat on my couch thinking. “I’m gonna go look under the bed.” I said standing up. “NO! He said: Don’t look under your bed!” Robin replied. “Angel, guys, stop fighting, we’ll all go.” Sandra said. “We ain’t fighting.” I replied.
We walked in my room and looked under my bed. We jumped back screaming in horror. There lay my kitten Amaya slaughtered viciously. Her head was cut off and her legs were broken. Her heart lay next to her head. I started crying because besides Baby that was my only kitten. Robin and Sandra looked at it in horror. “So that’s what it means.” Sandra said. We stood up and walked out of my room. “I feel like I’m gonna puke.” I said. “Okay, go to the bathroom. Sandra and I will wait outside the door.” Robin replied. “But if he gets inside there?” Sandra asked whiningly. “I’m not a pushover.” I replied. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I fell right in front of the toilet and started vomiting. I heard a noise from outside the bathroom window. I looked at the window and something was swinging back and forth. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep the vomit in. I opened the window and there was our dog Rocky hanging. A rope was tied around his neck and his legs were cut off. His heart hung from his chest. I screamed and ran to the door. I unlocked it and ran out.

Robin and Sandra stood there gaping at something. I waved my hand up and down in front of their face. They looked at me “Rocky is dead too!” I yelled. Robin grabbed my chin and turned my head to the top of the stairway. There stood a man. His face scarred, he wore bloodied clothes, and his hair was black and messy. He smiled at us, revealing his teeth; they were rotten to the core. “I found you. Looks like I win.” He said. We screamed and ran to my room. We slammed the door and locked it. “He’s gonna kill us!” we all whispered. I looked around my room; there was nothing that could help us.

After sitting in the bedroom for ten minutes we could hear him come walking to the door. The footsteps stopped. We could tell that he was right outside the door. Slowly the door came unlocked and the door opened. There he stood. We screamed and ran around the room. I stopped by the window. I opened it all the way. “Guys! We’re gonna jump!” I said. They nodded and ran over there. Robin jumped out first and landed on her side screaming. Then Sandra jumped out and Robin caught her. As I was about to jump out I could feel his cold bloodied hand grab my wrist. I struggled to have him let go. He pulled out a knife and slit both of my wrists. He let go and I fell out the window. I landed on my back. Everything was going black but I wasn’t about ready to give up. I stood up wobbling. “Let’s get outta here.” Robin said. Sandra helped me walk. We stopped at the only familiar house, Kahja, my boyfriend house. Robin pounded on the door. A young woman opened the door. “Yes?” she asked. “We need to use a phone to call for the police and an ambulance.” Robin said. Kahja, Zaruk, Robin’s boyfriend, and Tom, Sandra’s boyfriend came walking out. Kahja saw me bleeding and weakening. He ran down to me and held me in his arms.

When the police and ambulance arrived the guy was gone but my wounds and dead animals were still there. So no one knows what had happened that night and if it even happened. But it did. I won’t forget that night and I’m sure Robin and Sandra won’t either.

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