I heard it again. I've been hearing voices in my bedroom, coming from under my bed.
Yes, I'm very sure that they're coming from under my bed.
But I never dared to tell anyone about it, because I knew no one would believe me.
It's 2 in the morning. I've been hearing noises the entire night. I even heard someone calling my name, more like whispering. And I'm sure that I did hear someone, a screechy and rusty female voice, lowly whisper my name, quite frequently.
But this time, I heard her voice right in my ear. I jerked up and literally jumped out of my bed.
I pulled myself together, building up some courage and looked under the bed.
There was nothing....
I started getting back up on my feet when suddenly, I was pulled down on the ground and dragged under my bed by someone.
I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room. There was a busted bulb hanging down the centre of the ceiling with blood dripping from it.
Then I heard the wooden door creak open.
There stood a female figure. She had on a white dreadfully shredded gown with blood all over her face and a blood covered knife in her hand.
The blood on her face made it difficult for me to recognise her. But it somehow still looked very familiar to me.
I was lost in my thoughts, when suddenly the door opened.
What I saw shocked me. An immediate wave of fear ran through my body.
It was my mom. That lady was my mom. She walked in with an big smile on her face.
I suddenly started feeling dizzy. The last thing I saw before darkness surrounded me was the smirk on her face and a knife in her hand.
After that, everything I felt was pain.
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