Under My Bed

2209 Words Nov 16th, 2012 9 Pages
Under My Bed My name is Tommy. I’m ten years old, and I have a secret. There’s a monster that lives under my bed. I wake up screaming every night. My mom and dad tell me there isn’t a monster under my bed, but I know the truth. It’s there, terrorizing me every night. He comes out from under my bed and tortures me. He leaves scratches and bruises on me; but when I show my parents, they say I probably fell out of bed. The terror starts when the lights go out with a flick and the door closes with a click. Soon, I hear the tap, tap, tap coming from under my bed. I can almost see those giant, glinting claws tapping against the polished hardwood floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. The tapping becomes more persistent and that’s when I hear it. The low …show more content…
My whole body aches, and I just want all of this to end. He sees me struggling and tells me to stop, but I refuse to stop. This should not be happening to me. I try to yell, but no sound is coming out of my mouth. The monster is becoming angrier. I can see the rage boiling inside of him just waiting to be released. Suddenly, he grabs a match and lights it. He begins to burn me with it. He burns the tips of my fingers and then stops. I try to cry out, but it’s no use. No one can hear me. “If you don’t listen to me, I will continue to burn you,” says the monster. I stop struggling for a little bit, trying to think. I try to think of a way out of here, but the ropes are too tight. I stay like this for what seems like hours, but I know it is only a few minutes. “Since you have decided to behave, I will remove the ropes,” says the monster. This is my chance. I can kick him and hit him when he unties the ropes and then make a run for the door. The monster comes over and cuts the ropes with a giant claw, also cutting me in the process, but I don’t care. This is my chance to get away. When he is done, I raise a leg to kick him but he sees me coming, and breaks my leg in half. The pain is excruciating. I scream, even though no one can hear me. I can’t move my leg. Once again, the world goes black. When I wake up again, the first thing I notice is the pain in my leg. I can’t move my leg; and when I look at it,