THERES SOMETHING UNDER MY BED

The clock on my walls broken but every night I hear clicking and scratching under my bed.

It keeps me up at night and I've never had the balls to look under my bed.

"Jack breakfasts ready" mum called from the kitchen I got up and looked over the edge of my bed a dark kind of glow came from under it so I stood close to my bed while I got dressed But not to close.

As I was pulling my jumper over my head I felt a hand grab my leg I quickly struggled to pull my jumper over my head the hands grip got tighter and tighter I finally got my jumper over my head and there was nothing there I grabbed my jeans and ran out of my bedroom I hurried down the stairs trying to pull my trousers up at the same time.

When I got to the table mum had left a plate of toast for me I took the toast and left for school.