[ Random Story I Wrote From A Prompt . ]

Home Alone And Terrified ............

It was time for a clean out. When I say my room was "messy" I mean MESSY. There was stuff EVERYWHERE, but it was time for a change. I survey the room, lots of clothes pile up near my bed along with trash where the trashcan once was. I flip my brunette hair out of my face, preparing for the long task. Who knows what bug could be hiding under all the rubbish. I shudder, then wonder how I've been living like this. Well, time to get started. I start with the clothes. One by one, sorting them by color. Most are dirty , I put those in the laundry basket I brought up. I slowly realize the basket probably won't be big enough. After a few hours, the piles of clothes are gone. Now leaves the trash and numerous amounts of toys and decor. And the underneath of my bed....... I shut that thought out. I know it's childish to worry about what's under your bed, but the underneath of my bed just gives me the chills. I start to pick up the trash, after finally finding my trashcan beneath one of the piles of clothes I begin to fill it up with trash. Soon my room is just about sparkling clean. Sure the toys and such are still there but I'm proud . And then my thoughts return to my bed. Ominous and dark consists of the underneath. I step forward and begin to clean the underside of my bed. I work for a few hours and soon take a break. I sit on the chair by my desk. A certain shape catches my eye under my bed, near the back. I stand up, a lil to fast and sway soon catching myself on the desk. I get my bearings and reach for a large bag in the back of my bed. I nearly retch as I tug it out where I can see it. The smell emitting from it was horrid. I may regret with but I tear it open, I scream at what I see. Home alone and terrified, I call 911.