The Monster Beneath My Bed

Their sockets held no eyeballs and they grinned like a Cheshire Cat, clothed in the shadows and darkness from beneath my bed, eight feet tall at least. Despite the ivory tone of their face, their hands were crimson and their white greasy hair clung to their forehead as he pulled themself out from the dark space to stand at the foot of my bed. A terrifying sight to see so late, as I shivered beneath the covers my vision blurry from the tears I held in my eyes.

"G-Go away!" I shrieked as they got closer.