Worst Nightmares

Under the Bed

Everyone is always told those bedtime stories about monsters under your bed. I, even, was told about when my step-mom went to bed normally but what she didn't know was that her brother was underneath her. He slept there all night and woke in the morning, waiting for her to get out of bed to grab her ankles and drag her under.

I used to jump off my bed so nothing like that could ever happen. Once I grew older I began to see how ridiculus I must look and stopped the childish habbit. 

I shouldn't have. Maybe, it would have saved me if I hadn't stopped. For some reason though, I doubt that would've helped. The bogeyman always wins. He always gets what he wants.

Some say he lives in closets, not under beds. But he was underneath my bed. 

That one night I went off to bed late. Everyone else was sleeping but i have troubles with sleep so I sat in my bed and read until I was forced to turn my light off. Then i just sat there and thought. Thought of simple things like what I was going to wear tomorrow, or sometimes deeper things like what if my parents didnt get a divorce.

Then the noise brought me out of my thoughts. The closet door creaked open slowly. Once it was open far enough for a body to slip out it slammed shut. I clutched at my blankets, frightened, but dareed dnot to move. I couldn't see anything but I knew I wasn't alone. Fear bubbled in my chest and began to claw up my throat, making it feel tight, like I couldn't breathe. 

I heard nails on my wood floor scurrying quickly and then my bed shifted to the side. I stifled a scream and waited fo rit to be over. I tried telling myself that I was imagining all of this. It was just a very vivid dream but it didn't work.

My blankets were ripped off of my bed and thrown across the room leaving me in sleeping shorts and a tank top. The air was extremely cold like it could snow. My blanket was my safety.

I, being the idiot I was stepped down from my bed to get my blanket. I didn't jump like I should've. I learned this all too late.

A cold, slimy hand grasped my ankle tightly and tugged hard. I feel down onto the wood floor and smacking my head. I clawed violently at the floorboards, hoping to keep myself from being dragged under but to no avail. I was pulled under the bed and into the clutches of the thing that haunts everyones nightmares. The bogeyman.

He had black eyes that seemed to go on and on like a bottomless pit. His body was covered in this   stinky, black oose that stunk horribly. His joints were all contorted and bent at awkward angles. His wicked lips pulled into a grotesque smile that showed his many rows of sharp black teeth. 

This time I did not even try and stifle the scream. The thing frowned and covered my mouth with its sticky hand, sending buckets of black oose into my mouth and down my throat. Bile fought with it, trying to make its way up as the oose wanted down. His claws sank into my stomach filling me with pure pain. I just wanted it to be over. My blood spilled onto the floor and pooled. I closed my eyes waiting for it to be over. Its claws sunk into me again and again draining me of my life.

Then it was over. The pain dulled to a small ache and the blood was gone. I opened my eyes and the bogeyman was'nt to be seen. I slowly climbed out from under my bed, my muscles tense and looked around. My blanket was smooth on my bed and the floor was clean from oose or blood. I looked down at my stomach and it was also clean. I pulled up my shirt to see smooth skin.

I climbed back into bed but did not sleep. I stared at the closet door until the sun came up and when i got out of bed I jumped.