The Life & Lies, Uncategorized

The Monster Under The Bed: 23/31 Days of Blogging Challenge

I gripped the edge of the duvet and pulled it up around my face. My ears strained, listening out for the noise that had woken me up, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart as the blood raced through my body. A shaky breath rattled through my throat before I clamped my hands over my mouth and nose in an attempt to silence myself.

I rolled over onto my stomach and peered over the edge of the bed.

“Hello?” I whispered.

“Hello.” A voice growled back at me.

My gasp shot through me as I dove back under the covers like a turtle hiding in its shell. I don’t know how long I hid but eventually, the shaking stopped and my heart slowed back down. Even at 5 years old, I was fairly convinced that I made things up in my head.

“I’m not afraid of you, you’re not even real!” My voice was strong, I had to prove to myself that my imagination had gone too far this time. I flipped back the covers and leaned right over the bed, ready to fight whatever demons my mind had conjured up.


Of course, this is when I fell off the bed. Down I tumbled, crumpling onto the floor at an awkward angle. The darkness of the world under the bed swallowed me up, pulling me into the depths of terror.

The next time I awoke, I was surrounded by clothes and toys that were tangled around my body. The panic swirled around me at first that I was still captured, but soon the light of day caught my eye and I realised it had all been a dream. When I crawled out from under the bed, I winced at the ache in my bones. Once in the lights, I gasped at the bruises and scratches that covered my skin.

I remember the shock on my mum’s face as I came to her crying about the monster under my bed. She cuddled me and told me it had all been a bad dream, and then she took the nail clippers and cut back my nails, telling me that scratching is bad and I shouldn’t do it.

I got an extra story read to me that night to send me to sleep, and it worked for a while. But the monster would come back in one form or another, they always came back.

Until next time,


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s