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Feb 01
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Monster under the bed


My mother pulled my blanket up to my chin and grabbed a book from the shelf. She sat on the end of my bed reciting the poem, printed on the pages. My eyes felt heavy and they slowly closed. After she finished, she kissed my forehead, turned off the lights, and just before she left my room, she whispered.
 “Don't get out of bed, or the monster will get you!” Then she shut the door. A shot of fear rushed throughout my body leaving my eyes open wide. I lay unable move and the fear of the monster eating me alive growing. I heard my radiators turn on or was it the quiet roar of the beast living under my bed. I hugged my sheets closer to my body, not even daring to close my eyes. I sat there for a few moments collecting courage, preparing to make a dash for my parents room when a shadow lingered over my bed. It was a scaly creature the size of a elephant. He smiled revealing his gnarly, mangled teeth. The light from the window reflected on his sharp, piercing scales. I lay there, barely able to breathe, let alone move. He stood tall over my bed. His head almost touching my ceiling. He took a step back, and hissed at me. “Don't even dare leave your bed!” He snarled. My eyes shot open and a scream escaped my lips. I sat up rubbing my once closed eyes. Breathing heavy, I looked around my room. No monster stood there. I heard the doorknob turn and my parents walk in, both rushing to my side. 
“I had a nightmare!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. 
“Not the monster again!” My dad whispered. My mom slipped off my bed and looked under. 
“He must've run off when he heard we were coming.” I lay down back in my bed, my parents laying by my side. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. No monsters could get me anymore, not with my parents here. 
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  1. doug.demaio
    Feb 02, 2017

    I love this story. I feel like everyone has had an experience like this. I love how you wove it all together though, in a quick, fun piece.

    Hey! I'm Doug, former Young Writers Project Web/Instruction Coordinator. Currently using my writing skills as a digital marketer! Feel free to ask me questions about YWP, writing, or how to use writing to find a fun career!
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