The Little Book of Spooky Stories

:|: Forty-Nine :|:

I've always been afraid of the dark and things that go bump in the night; it's not uncommon for me to hide beneath the covers.

But after what happened last night, I don't think I'll ever seek safety underneath my quilt again; I'll probably never sleep soundly again.

Despite being home alone, the constant footsteps across the landing and up and down the stairs kept me awake, so I pulled the quilt over my head — I thought I was safe. And then a little voice spoke up, "they won't find us under here."