Under The Bed

A Story by idiotproof--1

small story done for a contest

This old house looks much nicer now. It's been painted and fixed. I'm not really sure I like the new color for the living room. It's blue like the sky but I liked it better when it was the color of sunlight. When I decided to ask my parents to change it back they were arguing. They have been arguing a lot lately. They mostly argue about me and my sister and sometimes about the house. So I have decided to be quiet. I haven't talked for a long time. It isn't long before my little sister Jesse comes home. Her school is only two blocks away. I walked her there once or twice. after all my school was in the same direction but I don't go there anymore.

Mom and Dad ask her how her day was. She answers them but I'm watching the t.v and I don't hear. later on we all have supper together. they don't put out a plate for me but I'm not hungry. They all talk about their day and the renovations they've been doing. They will be renovating my room next week. While they talk I listen.

My parents and sister go out and spend the evening at a park. They say that it's to nice of a day to waist inside but I stay home. I don't want to go outside. When they come back it is dark. So my sister goes to bed. She's still to young to stay up late. My parents don't go to bed for a long time after that. Even after they turn off the t.v and go to upstairs it's few hours before I go.

The hallway is long and dark. It is silent except for the creaking of the hardwood floors and my father snoring. My little sister is sleeping in my room. I go in and sit on the end of the bed. listening to her clam breathing. I wonder if she's having a good dream.

She has no idea that my body is decomposing beneath the floor boards under the bed. I cleared the space out years ago to hide things I didn't want my sister to get a hold of when she came into my room. I never told any one about it and I certainly never expected to be hidden in it the way I am now. She doesn't know that I stay at her side every night. waiting for the man who killed me to come back as he said he would. I hope when he comes I can do something to help them.

I know they can't see or hear me and I can't lift or touch anything. I don't know what I can do when he comes. All I know is that I want to help and secretly I'm glad I can't. because if they die to we will be together again. It's well past midnight when I hear the door downstairs creek open And I smile to myself.