The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Seven Part Six

Rebecca woke up in the middle of the night like every other night that week. She sat up in her bed feeling slightly cold due to all of the sweat on her back. “Don’t move.” She heard whisper to her in a womans voice. She turned her head to follow the noise but she could not see anything.

“There is a face under your bed.” the woman whispered again.

Rebecca sucked in a hurried breath. She prepared to look under her bed. She leaned toward the edge and hesitated, she grabbed her phone from the table and used it like a flashlight. She bent off the edge of the bed and looked under her bed. It was just a bare floor and a mouth. She felt startled and scared but then she realized it was just the clown mask under her bed. She sighed a breath of relief and dropped her phone,whispering, “Mask.”

“Trina’s mother is why your mommy is dead.” Rebecca flinched at the grating of the whispered voice, “but it’s okay ti bebe mwen an. I’m here.”

“What?” Rebecca asked.

“My baby I’m here. I’m coming for you and for them. I will make it better.”

“I know you are.” Rebecca smiled.

“And I would check beneath your bed once more fair child. You don’t own a mask.” The voice hissed.

Rebecca blanched as she realized that the voice was right. She didn’t own a mask, what was the face beneath her bed? Who was it? She wanted to look again but she was too scared to move. She knew that she needed to leave her room, if she could reach the door she could find safety but would the owner of the face grab her ankles? Could she escape? She doubted it.

“What do I do?” she whispered.

“Nothing.” she heard a man reply in a voice she couldn’t recognize.