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Under The Bed
Written By: Elizabeth Irzwell
Fiction
A bony, ebony black hand reached from out of the murky dark abyss in my wardrobe, across the room. It then contorted itself into a wide variety of shapes, and whilst it did I could hear bones crackling and muscles being twisted, before it morphed into a hand. A hand I recognised. A sweat grew on my forehead, and I gripped at my bedsheet in terror. It was my mother's hand. I could tell from the very distinct mole she had on her thumb that was placed there, and the slight wrinkles of middle-age. Suddenly, from the wardrobe, a voice could be heard. It was a frail, old one that I couldn't make out, as it was a whisper. But as it grew louder, I knew it too was my mother's voice. I shouted out for her, she was in the room next to me, how could she not hear?
It was then I looked out into the small slit through the door, and saw the hallway, once covered in a yellowish glow from the light that hung from the ceiling, was now covered in several red splatters. Localized outside my mother's room, as far as I could tell. In my haste to look outside my room, I failed to notice the disappearance of the hand. It was then, I heard something under my bed. And the same hand reached out, out from under the bed, and there was nothing I could do. I saw something else poking out too. And as I looked down, I saw a distorted smiling face, with rows of sharp teeth, too many to count. It opened it's mouth, unhinged it's jaw, and swallowed me whole.
It was then I looked out into the small slit through the door, and saw the hallway, once covered in a yellowish glow from the light that hung from the ceiling, was now covered in several red splatters. Localized outside my mother's room, as far as I could tell. In my haste to look outside my room, I failed to notice the disappearance of the hand. It was then, I heard something under my bed. And the same hand reached out, out from under the bed, and there was nothing I could do. I saw something else poking out too. And as I looked down, I saw a distorted smiling face, with rows of sharp teeth, too many to count. It opened it's mouth, unhinged it's jaw, and swallowed me whole.