There’s a monster under my bed I can feel his presence The heaviness of it makes it hard to breath His red eyes glare at me Waiting for me to drift to sleep So he can snatch me and drag me with him to his hallow home My eyes are shut now He slithers out of the darkness His body hovers over mine Although my eyes are shut I know he is there waiting for me I can feel his warm muggy breath on my skin His long gruesome claws caress my tender arms Leaving a trail of red scratches behind The pain is unbearable, I wake up My eyes are wide open As soon as I laid eyes upon him I was petrified His eyes are glowing red and filled with hatred Maggots have eaten away his nose His teeth are long, sharp, and are stained a terrible yellow Worms maggots and spiders were creeping through the cracks He places his greasy hand over my mouth before I could even make the tiniest of whimpers His entire hand fit around my head while it still covered my mouth Like this he dragged me to his home under my bed I tried to move To hold grab onto the covers, bed post, a loose floor board, but it was pointless My body was paralyzed with fear My mind kept screaming Yelling at me to move, fight back, anything but lay there motionless It was useless This hideous thing was dragging back to his home and there is nothing I could do about it Although terrified of my fate I kept my eyes open to see the last bit of light and hope before the utter darkness took over All I could see now were his red eyes glaring back at me We must of been there for an hour just staring at each other before he turned around away Now all I could do was rely on my senses to help me figure out what was happening I could hear a dreadful scraping, like chalk on a chalkboard Then there was light and warmth. Fire For a second it brought me comfort Then I saw it A dual bladed-knife coming right toward me! I was finally able to scream. I’ve never screamed this loud in my life. I knew my life was over right then and there. I waited fore the pain. The coldness of death. Even the warmth of blood dripping down. It never came though. Instead I was shaking. I heard voices screaming my name. It was not coming from the hideous creature holding the knife. “Billy! Wake up, you’re okay!” My eyes opened I was still screaming Holding onto my stuffed bear I looked around and saw my mom. She held me tight as I cried into her arms “Hush now it was just a dream” I knew it wasn’t Whatever that thing was would come back for me. Next time I would be ready