A Shadow Under The Bed

It was a cold dark night. The little girl was all alone in the house. She was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, eating popcorn, chocolate and biscuits. She jumped when she heard a noise at the door. Thinking it must be mum, she ran to open the door.
She shivered when she saw the dark shadow outside the door. She was not going to open this door. She almost jumped out of her slippers as the door rattled and the handle slowly turned. She turned and ran up the stairs looking for somewhere to hide.
She was climbing the ladder to her attic bedroom when she heard the front door slam open. She pulled up the ladder behind her, closing the trap door. She spun round and thought, where to hide? where to hide? Behind the chair? No! to small! Behind the curtains? No! to short! Under the bed? Yes! Nobody would look there! (this girl was really a bit dense). She rolled under the bed just as something pulled down the ladder to the attic.
She almost jumped out of her skin as a spooky voice behind her said, “Hey! I was here first! Go away!”. In a flash, she rolled out from under the bed and tumbled into the wardrobe. Pale and trembling she peeked out at the once “her” bed.
She held her breathe as the trap door opened and a dark shadow entered. The room turned cold. Ice cold. The shadow moved towards the chair and then towards the curtains. Then, it turned and moved quickly towards the wardrobe. She was doomed! It stopped as a noise came from under the bed.
She stayed still as a mouse, holding her breathe. The dark shadow disappeared under the bed. At first nothing happened. Slowly she caught her breathe. Then the bed heaved up. Yet again she almost jumped out of her skin. Sweating, she watched as the bed, her bed, shuddered. Then all was still. The dark shadow did not return.
As she ran from her room she imagined hearing a “Slurp! Slurp!”
That night she slept on the sofa… with the lights on.

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