I know every sound in this building the tik tok of the grandfathers clock down the hall, the fan of the ac starting up, the squeaking of the mice between the wall. But this rustle under the bed, never hired it before so I looked under the bed. There was nothing there so I laid back down in the bed. After a few minutes a fell asleep. I woke up to the rustle, this time accompanied with soft breathing. I didn’t look behind me because I was too afraid. “ I can see you are awake, great then let’s start the game then” it said and grabbed me by the shoulders. At this moment I quickly looked behind me, but there was nothing there. “come out or I will call the cops” I yelled looking for it.
There was nothing so I called the cops. When they arrived the searched the house. “clear” they yelled from every room.
One cop, Jeff we will call him took my statement. Once I gave him my statement he looked strange at me. “I know it is strange but that’s wat happened” I said. “ no that’s not it” Jeff said “it’s just that the previous owner gave us the same statement“. “one month later he got killed” a nother cop said.
I now live in another apartment and writing this in the closet in the hope it can’t fine me. I hired the rustle of the monster again. I can still hear it berthing outside of the closet.
If you can read this it is already too late and I am already dead but please I need this story to get in to the world so people know of the bed monster.
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