The next night, I stay up somewhat late, about 11 PM-ish. Before my eyes close, the ruffling sounds comes again. Louder... louder... LOUDER! I realize they aren't coming from outside, rather... UNDER MY BED! I slowly glance down, and a small face peeks out at me.
"Hiya!"
I scream with terror. This... this thing. What is it? It's slimy and has small glassy eyes. It looks somewhat like a nome. There are no ears, rather small holes drilled into his head. The same goes for his nose. His toothy, yellow grin shines in the dim moonlight.
"You're my bestest friend!"
"No... no... NO! GET AWAY!" I yell as I attempt to squish him with a nearby novel.
His face explodes with anger. His once small eyes fill and enlarge with a red, fiery rage. Smoke pours out of his earholes, as he jumps onto my face.
"You shouldn't have done that!" His eyes filled with red anger.
"Get off!" I manage to get his squirming body off of my face. I lock him in my room, as I run to call 911.
"Hello, this is 911, how may I assist you?"
"Yes, there is a small man hiding under my bed, and he has attacked me, and he-"
"Woah, woah slow down, please," the feminine voice spoke, "You said a small man?"
"Yes!"
"Ok, we're sending over police right now. What's your address?"
"It's 1789 Fergu-" before I could finish, the line cut. I looked over into the stairwell, and there stood the thing.
"Here's, Philip!" His tiny legs jump into the air gracefully, as if he was a ballet artist. Once on my face, he says, "Leaving so soon?" As so, he rips out my strategically placed bun. Not just untying it, but literally ripping the hair out of my head. I scream in pain.
His fiery eyes gleam into my brain, as he says "I like you, wanna play a game?!"
