The Monster Under The Bed

The Monster Under The Bed

  • WpView
    Reads 13
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 22, 2017
As a kid, we were all scared of the monsters under our beds. The monsters in our closets.The monsters in our bathtubs. We thought our parents would tell us these stories to scare us. We thought they were just stories. But are they? ■ □ □ ■ Her body shivered as cold air swished past her in a breeze. A soft whisper like caress across her face. "I know you're there, Anastasia." A deep, husky voice, whispered in her ear. Her gasp sounded loud to her ears as she turned around to find nothing but darkness and a wisp of fog in the cold, dark alley.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Contract
  • The nameless Luna
  • The Fate of The Luna
  • 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
  • Hades
  • Price Of Light
  • Renewing Bonds
  • The Alpha's Mates
  • My Horrible New Life

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines