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Thank God He Checked Under The Bed

This story happened a year ago. I was living with my then boyfriend (now fiancé, yay!).

Anyways we lived in a townhouse in the suburbs. Pretty safe area. There had been some robberies a couple blocks away but they weren't common and I felt pretty safe walking home alone at night. So one weekend my boyfriend's brother (Marshall) and his girlfriend (Amy) and her brother (Curtis) were visiting. We were all just gonna chill have a couple drinks play video games and relax. My boyfriend had his LSAT's and after months of hard studying he wanted to just relax before the exam. Unfortunately I ended up getting very sick. It was the worst flu that I've ever had. Extremely high fever (1 degree higher and I would have had to go to the hospital), nausea, headache, body aches and all that good stuff.

Of course I didn't want that to stop my friends from having a good time so they came over anyways and I just stayed in my room. They went out to eat before they came over so I was in bed alone watching tv. Felt like I was dying. I slept on an off. At 4pm about I heard the door open and figured they were back but when I called out for my boyfriend no one came. Even if he was there he probably wouldn't have heard me. But I knew he'd come check on me as soon as he came back. So I assumed I just heard something fall or the neighbors were making noises. So I dismissed it and went back to sleep.

I remember I was sleeping on my back. And in deep sleep I groggily opened my eyes and I thought I saw a figure move across my room. I was so heavily medicated and so sick I didn't even fully understand what had happened and what that meant. Like I saw the figure but it didn't connect in my brain that I may have seen someone and since it was pretty dark in the room I think part of me just thought it was the tv.

Finally at around 7pm everyone came back. They were loud. Amy ( my boyfriend's brother's girlfriend) was very tipsy. And she's very fun when drunk so there was lots of laughter. My boyfriend came in to check on me. He brought me soup. He sat and talked about his day as I ate it. I asked him to look in the basket under the bed to get the new bottle of aspirin. We had a full sized bed. I had one small basket under the bed where I kept extra pill bottles, toothbrushes, shaving cream and stuff like that. I didn't know it right away but thank God he looked under the bed.

He put his head up and handed me the aspirin but his facial expression had changed. Like he lost all the color from his face. I didn't think much of it and said thank you. "C-cmon I-I'm gonna take u to the b-b-bathroom". He never stutters I was kind of out of it but I remember picking up on it. I told him no I really didn't have to pee and I didn't feel like getting up. He said" no lets go I don't wanna have to climb back up the stairs just cause you need to pee in 10 minutes" I remember feeing pretty hurt by his words but knew he was right since I just had soup and half a bottle of water. He walked me downstairs and I couldn't understand why we didn't just go to the bathroom upstairs. I think I was so sick I just felt too exhausted to question.

He sat me down on the couch. "What's going on?" I practically whispered this I was told although in my head it sounded loud. He took out his phone and his hand was shaking. I asked what was wrong and i will never forget how my heart sunk and I felt like I couldn't breathe when he whispered "there was someone under the bed" amy laughed so I laughed thinking it was a prank but it felt serious. My boyfriend's brother suggested we get out of the house so we did. As we were leaving we heard a thud upstairs. We quickly left and drove away then called the police.

The police came and searched the house but they didn't find anyone. He must have known we suspected he was there and left. My boyfriend couldn't give any description. Only that he saw sneakers. But it was so dark he really couldn't see. Scariest thing that still leaves me on edge is that the police found a knife under the bed. It was a small steak knife but very dull and rusty. There weren't any killings in the area so my friends assumed he just wanted a place to sleep. I'm not really sure how he got into our place but I have some theories. I'm really proud of how my boyfriend handled everything. He's a calm collect person but I always assumed he wouldn't be that way In a crisis. I just hope I never see this person again. Ever.