Bedtime Story

Another horror story, this one takes part in a younger stage. roughly 5-9 years old.

As you lie in bed, quietly waiting for your wonderful mother to come and read you, your favorite bedtime story. The story that you fall asleep to, that allows you to feel like the monster under your bed, as fallen asleep with you.

 She talks softly, speaking the words wrote down on the paper, you feel your eyes get heavy, slowly you start to drift off to dream land, where everything you ever wanted you had, and your favorite people were there. Suddenly it gets windy in this dream land. You toss and turn in your bed, feeling uncomfortable. slowly you awaken from your dream, surrounded by darkness. you feel a presence of eyes, staring at you. endlessly, not blinking. your door is shut, and your night lights burnt out. you dangle your legs off the side of the bed breathing heavily.

  As you slowly, and quietly slide down the side of your bed, waiting for that feeling of your feet touching the ground, you hear a noise. and pull your feet back up, hiding under the covers, the noise gets louder. Holding your breath in an endless panic, wishing you were back in your perfect dream, the noise stops. you calm down, and quickly put your feet on the ground, you stand up to turn on the lights. But after your first step, something grabs your ankle. You try to scream. panicking your voice fails you, as you fall to the ground, you let out a small screech.

You feel yourself being dragged, slowly. Quietly under your own bed, the bed where your perfect dream was. The monster under your bed wasn't a sleep, monsters don't sleep, you grab onto the bottom of your bed for dear life itself, tears flow down your face. you let out a scream, a scream so loud, your parents had to of heard it. You hear quick footsteps up the stairs outside your room, and your mother calling to see if your alright. As the door creeps open, to no surprise. it wasn't your mother, a figure in the door, was holding a head, with long hair, blood dripping from the decapitated neck. slowly you close your eyes, to prepare for what is to happen.

...and everything goes dark. You open your eyes, just in time to see the blade come down, towards your neck, you hear the sound of it slicing threw your skin.

And before everything goes dark, you see yourself, your decapitated body.

Your eyes shut, and everything goes dark. you are dead, from the monster under your bed.

Author's Note

Again, i know my grammar is HORRID. but bear with it. if you can make sense of my horror story's, they are normally quite good!