(A collection of short horror stories)
(Horror story five)
{5} ~ The monster under the bed.
If you ask most little kids what they are afraid of, I promise you that they'll say something like 'the monster under my bed'. And I can also promise you that their parents will laugh it off and name it under the imagination of their young offspring's minds.
But what if I told you that it has nothing to do with their imagination? Surly you can't think that every child has the same thought. What if I told you that there is something under their bed, but only children can see it? Because why would any monster ever hide under someone's bed that won't be scared?
Harry Smith was much like every other seven year old boy. By day he played with army men and stuffed toys, but by night he slept under the safety of his nightlight.
But Harry possessed a dark secret. He only slept with his nightlight because of the monster under his bed.
He had told his dad once, but his father laughed and said he was silly. He told his mom, but she only offered to check. He knew that that wouldn't work because the monster had told him. The monster belonged to him. Or, should I say, Harry belonged to the monster.
"Come and play." The monster taunted Harry. Harry trembled and pulled the covers up to his nose. Why wouldn't the monster just leave him alone? Why couldn't the monster just find another little child to taunt?
"Go away." He whispered. He heard the monster laugh. Its laugh was deep and scary and caused Harry to shiver. The bed rattled as the monster became restless and wanted to play, like he had every other night.
"Come and play with me, Harry." The monster asked again. Tears ran down the boys cheeks as the monster laughed and tempted him. Harry repeated in his head that he was dreaming, but he knew he wasn't. I mean, who dreams a monster under their bed for the last three months? "Harry. I want to play with your army men."
Little scared Harry slowly reached to his side and grabbed three of his army men. He examined them, before throwing them under the bed for the monster to play with. He heard a grumble of happiness, before there was a small 'CLUNK' from by the door. With shaking hands, he grabbed his torch and flicked it on. Shining it over to his blue door, he whimpered a little. Laying there were his three army men with missing parts. One had all their arms and legs, but no head. Another had their head but no arms and the last had arms but no legs. If anything, Harry was more scared of the monster now.
"I want to play army men with you, Harry." Harry had had enough. He could no longer take the monster under his bed. He couldn't take the constant taunting and the scared voices. He decided that something had to be done, and fast.
"I will play, if you tell me some things." He only just dared to tell it. He heard it grumble and shake the bed, before all went quite.
"Okay," The monster finally agreed.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked.
"I want to play. I can only play with people my age." Harry thought deep and hard about what the monster had told him. His age?
"So you're seven?"
"Yes. Can we play now?"
"Not yet. What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing, I don't think. Water is probably the only thing I don't like." Harry gulped. He knew what had to be done. He fixed his pyjama's and pulled back his covers without a sound. The monster was still grumbling from under the bed. Harry held his breath before running across his room and throwing open the door. He heard the bed rattle furiously as the monster ran after him. Harry wasted no time in running into the bathroom and standing in his bath tub.
"Come out, Harry." The monster told him in a creepy whisper. Harry gripped the detachable shower and held it. Little bits of water dropped onto his toes, but he didn't care. He gulped and jumped out of the bath, turning the tap on and pointing it at the monster. It let out a horrid scream and Harry had to hold his ears to stop them hurting.
The monster slid down the door, still screaming. Harry carried on pouring the water on him, until the screaming stopped and the monster laid still. It was clear that the monster was sleeping.
Harry screamed as he saw the sight before him. For the first time ever, Harry had seen the monster and it was a horrid sight. Unlike Harry, the monster had two arms with hands at the end, not five tentacles like Harry. It's skin was pasty white and it had only two legs, where as Harry's skin was purple and he walked on his belly.
There was no question about it. The monster under his bed wasn't like Harry. Harry was the typical seven year old Zoib from Mars, but the monster was something else. Harry swallowed as he dared mutter the words he'd only read in books.
"He's a human,"
