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Monster Under My Bed

There's a monster under my bed.

I hear it every night. The floor creaking, the heavy footprints, the noises. It's everywhere.

I find things moved. My door which was closed tightly the previous night was now open a jar. Furniture moved. A broken lamp.

My eyes widen, the monster came into my room. It had watched me, waiting for the chance to get me! I ran out of my room and down the creaking steps up to the kitchen.

My mother and father were gone. Not taken by the monster, no. They were two big adults, monsters wouldn't have scared them.

"Where's mom and dad?" I asked my brother who was sitting on a chair in front of the island. He shrugged. "Probably at work."

"There's a monster under my bed."

"It's probably just a figment of your imagination."

"But I heard it! It's real!" I pleated.

He stood up, his 10-year-old body standing over me. I get, he said, you don't like the house but mom and dad are trying so behave!

I knew now that if he doesn't believe me then mom and dad are not going to put up with me. I just have to capture the monster myself. I mean, how hard can it be?

Th at night I'd laid my trap. Waiting under the covers of my bed with a flashlight. I waited until I heard the creaking floors, I waited for the creature to come closer and closer. Until it was right next to my bed. I shot forward. Using my covers as a net I covered it. It fought back and I stumbled across the room. I struggled to keep the covers on it, it chewing and clawing it's way out. I grabbed my flashlight, I had to see it. The hideous thing it calls a face. I removed the covers its twisted mouth, his red eyes glaring back at me. Its small body lunched at me. Biting me.

By now my parents heard the noise and they came rushing in. Flickering the light switch on with annoyed expression on their faces. They looked shocked and hurried to get the monster off of me.

"Sweetheart are you okay?" My mom asked. I nodded my head in response. But I was more worried about what the vote would do to me.

"Why is there a dog here?" My father asked.

"Dog?" It took me by surprise.

"Yeah, a bulldog to be exact."

"I don't know it's been here for days."

The bulldog, mom said, probably wandered through the dog door and had stayed in the basement or an unexplored room that we just haven't checked.

It was pretty early in the morning so my brother and father explored the dog's possible entrance and got me checked out by a doctor. The bite was nothing but as I stared down at my hand I couldn't help but smile for I had taken down the monster under my bed.

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Yello Readers, this is my first short story and I had to fix it a billion times just for silly mistakes. Thank you for reading and it would grateful to have any feedback of any sort. 
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