I was sleeping on a bed of death.
I was nineteen when I moved away. My job was the best in my career and it made things much better. I was getting plenty of money.
I was buying furniture for the bedroom when it all started. I went to a cheap mattress shop. I saw a double bed mattress and a cover for sale. I was saving money to buy a fridge. I ordered the set and went to finish shopping.
Once I was home, the mattress and cover had been delivered. I noticed something different about the mattress. But I didn't want to make things harder. I noticed some hard decisions weren't being made. I placed the mattress on the old frame and started working on something I needed to finish.
Night fell and I needed to go to sleep. I fell onto the mattress and felt something stab my back. But I was too tired to care. Later that night, I could feel something moving inside my mattress. I thought I was sleeping on a spider trying to get free from under me. But I was horribly wrong. There was nothing directly underneath me. But then I noticed the shape pushing up the layer on the mattress. I had to cut it open. Then I noticed it. A small person. Not a child, an adult. A fully grown adult with dwarfism. He was holding a sharp pointed knife. That was what stabbed me in the back. I called the police and the man said the mattress wasn't meant to be sold. He was hiding from someone and been stuffed there for months. But the police took him away. I refused to sleep in a cheap mattress. I refused to sleep for months.
