While I was laying on my bed this morning, waiting for the rest of my family to stir and begin to wake, I heard a strange sound. A rap-tap-tap under my bed disturbed my morning relaxation and, being the cautious, scared fool I am, I did not check to see what it was. I simply tuned on the small lap over my head, the light making me feel a little better about hearing the strange sound. I sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed that I share with my youngest sister, who was staying at my dad’s place with my little brother and my other sister, who was just under a year younger than I. The only people in the house were my mom, my step-dad, and myself. The sun hadn’t even began to rise, but the streetlight outside my bedroom windows came in lazily through the cracks in the curtains. I tucked my blankets around my feet and legs, ‘If it’s one of those tooth-troll-things, they won’t be able to get under my blanket,’ I thought, referring to the movie Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. If you’ve seen this movie and you’re as fearful as I am, that movie added a couple of things to your list of fears, especially if you already happen to be afraid of the dark. Any way, I started to talk myself down from the horrid thoughts in my head and after a few deep breaths, I relaxed once more. Then, there it was again. Just as I had convinced myself that it was all in my head, it came again. This time, on the wall next to my head. I leaped from my spot on the bed, discarding the blankets around my legs, and rushing for the light switch. As I was running, all I could hear in my head was their tiny little whispers, all I could see was their little bodies running beneath my feet and their sharp claws and teeth. Needless to say, I left the room and went into the living room. I spent the rest of the day there.
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