ghost stories

the monster under the bed

Danny pov

For years i've known about the monster that lives under my bed. I had never seen it, but i knew it was there.

The so called 'monster' was no monster at all, in fact it protected me. It protected me from my parents. They where the real monsters.

One night when i was 8 i heard alot more yelling then useual, and being a curious 8 year old, i went to see what was happening.

I crept down the stairs as auietky as i could, but it wasnt quiet enugh. All noises stopd once i reached the bottom step. Standing before me protectivly was not my parents. Not the ones who warned me about the monster u der my bed, who told me horor storries about such viel chreatures. No. It was the monster.

I couldnt see its face, because it was late, and the lights where off, but i could feel the waves of love and protection roleing off of this being standing before me. Protecting me from the real monsters.

My protector stared down at my so called parents who backed away from the face i could not see. Whatever the being had done it had scared off the monsters enugh for them to crwl back to their lab. The only thing they ever actualy cared about.

Once they wnere gone, my protector turned to look at me. as it turned around i realised it wasnt an it it was a he. He was like an angel in my eyes. He was the version of me i always saw in my favorite dreams, Strong, smileing, caring.

He had this otherworldly white hair, and floatd off the ground. He wore this black suit thing, with some sort of whits emblem in the center. he gave me a reasuring smile and caried me back to me room.

That was the night i met my protector who lived under my bed.  I began to call him phantom as i spent more time with him. Learning he was in fact my future.

As the months went on our visits became less and less, till phantom was just that a phantom. He was gone. I had convinced myself that that night never happed, that it was just a dream, and phantom was my imaginary friend.

As i got older i slowly forgot about phantom. That is, until the accident. When i came out of the portale, imagin my supprise when i lookd like my long forgotten friend.

I took up the name danny phantom to honor my hero. The monster under my bed, who was no monster.