Monster Under The Bed
Yeah, English assignment, I liked it, I hope you do to.
I met him, looking for my red sneakers, under my bed. Frustratingly they seemed to be avoiding my reaching arms and my fingers would brush against every other peculiar object that had found itself forgotten underneath the wooden frame of it. Finally, infuriated, I thrust my torso under my bed, desperate to end my vain attempt of searching. I came face to face with him.
A monster. Neither rhyme nor reason would explain his sudden appearance, or maybe it wasn't that sudden, maybe he was always there and only now I had found him, maybe he hoodwinked me into believing all that belonged under my bed was old things, along with all the other oddities. His coal eyes sparkled with amusement as I gaped; if I said I was transfixed by the apple of his eye-it was because it was a rotten black in the middle with gold dusted around the edges, like a frogs. My mouth was still hanging open I was probably breathing in the toxic fumes of the objects that took their residences beneath where I took mine. I should have asked who he was; why his skin was the poisonous green that you found under a copper band; why he had incisors jutting into his upper lip; why he was here.
"Have you seen my red sneakers?" I asked instead, I did not want to seem rude, he may have fancied eating me. Didn't monsters under the bed threaten to eat you? He laughed and it made my chest rumble, like a lions roar, vibrating through my bones.
"Red?" he rolled the word around in his mouth still looking at me like I was a tasty dish that ought to be devoured. He turned away from me for an instant and then he was gazing at my face again, this time he was holding my sneakers. I squeaked with delight and snatched them from him.
"Thank you very much." I said and I wriggled my way out from under my bed. "You can come out if you want." I offered and began pulling my sneakers on. I didn't even realize I had invited a monster into my room. Was I just about to let a monster eat me out of house and home, literally?
"Good riddance." He cursed as he came out from under my bed, he was lithe and tall, and not at all the way I had pictured a monsters stature. "It feels good to stretch." He smiled and ran a hand over his face. He came and sat next to me on the bed, and I was aware he was male, but he was a monster. Mum would have a fit either way. He lay back on my bed and smiled wryly. "I guess you will send me back under." He laughed without humor. I dropped my sneakers and looked at him.
"No, you're coming to a foregone conclusion; you can use my sleeping bag if you like, and sleep on the floor."
He nodded slowly and closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the sun. I thought that would show mum.
"I am not exactly sure I would fit under your sleeping bag, I would become a laughingstock."
I nodded my head sagely.
"Fine, you can sleep in my bed and I'll take the floor." What had I done? Something stupid, like I always did. He smiled and in one fell swoop he had tucked me under the bed. The way he had positioned me ended up with me stuck against the frame. It was a pain. It was uncomfortable. It was to become my home.
"Sweets to thy sweet." He laughed as he lay on my bed, "Victory is indeed sweet."
"What the bloody dickens!" I shouted and he chuckled, it made the bed wobble, it made me uncomfortable, it made me curse him.
"You my sweet are too much of a good thing, why else would you let me out?"
I shuddered. I began to feel hate and loathing twist in my stomach. I was becoming a monster, what a cruel fate.
I ached as time passed, and I began turning a toxic green, it was almost as if I were rusting. The monster took my life, as monsters do. He lived it long, and then the house was sold, and sold again, and I stayed and became the monster. The new owner had a 17 year old boy, he had several girls on the bed and when it moved slightly, I came loose. After the girls left, I coughed, for the first time in an age. One day the boy ran away with a girl, and only I was left. I crept out and sat on my old carpet. The door was locked and I smiled as I rooted through the possessions that he left behind, they were mine now. His mother came knocking; I ignored her and hated her. I would thump back and smile as she sobbed. Nock, nock! Who's there? No one, no one but a monster.
A monster. Neither rhyme nor reason would explain his sudden appearance, or maybe it wasn't that sudden, maybe he was always there and only now I had found him, maybe he hoodwinked me into believing all that belonged under my bed was old things, along with all the other oddities. His coal eyes sparkled with amusement as I gaped; if I said I was transfixed by the apple of his eye-it was because it was a rotten black in the middle with gold dusted around the edges, like a frogs. My mouth was still hanging open I was probably breathing in the toxic fumes of the objects that took their residences beneath where I took mine. I should have asked who he was; why his skin was the poisonous green that you found under a copper band; why he had incisors jutting into his upper lip; why he was here.
"Have you seen my red sneakers?" I asked instead, I did not want to seem rude, he may have fancied eating me. Didn't monsters under the bed threaten to eat you? He laughed and it made my chest rumble, like a lions roar, vibrating through my bones.
"Red?" he rolled the word around in his mouth still looking at me like I was a tasty dish that ought to be devoured. He turned away from me for an instant and then he was gazing at my face again, this time he was holding my sneakers. I squeaked with delight and snatched them from him.
"Thank you very much." I said and I wriggled my way out from under my bed. "You can come out if you want." I offered and began pulling my sneakers on. I didn't even realize I had invited a monster into my room. Was I just about to let a monster eat me out of house and home, literally?
"Good riddance." He cursed as he came out from under my bed, he was lithe and tall, and not at all the way I had pictured a monsters stature. "It feels good to stretch." He smiled and ran a hand over his face. He came and sat next to me on the bed, and I was aware he was male, but he was a monster. Mum would have a fit either way. He lay back on my bed and smiled wryly. "I guess you will send me back under." He laughed without humor. I dropped my sneakers and looked at him.
"No, you're coming to a foregone conclusion; you can use my sleeping bag if you like, and sleep on the floor."
He nodded slowly and closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the sun. I thought that would show mum.
"I am not exactly sure I would fit under your sleeping bag, I would become a laughingstock."
I nodded my head sagely.
"Fine, you can sleep in my bed and I'll take the floor." What had I done? Something stupid, like I always did. He smiled and in one fell swoop he had tucked me under the bed. The way he had positioned me ended up with me stuck against the frame. It was a pain. It was uncomfortable. It was to become my home.
"Sweets to thy sweet." He laughed as he lay on my bed, "Victory is indeed sweet."
"What the bloody dickens!" I shouted and he chuckled, it made the bed wobble, it made me uncomfortable, it made me curse him.
"You my sweet are too much of a good thing, why else would you let me out?"
I shuddered. I began to feel hate and loathing twist in my stomach. I was becoming a monster, what a cruel fate.
I ached as time passed, and I began turning a toxic green, it was almost as if I were rusting. The monster took my life, as monsters do. He lived it long, and then the house was sold, and sold again, and I stayed and became the monster. The new owner had a 17 year old boy, he had several girls on the bed and when it moved slightly, I came loose. After the girls left, I coughed, for the first time in an age. One day the boy ran away with a girl, and only I was left. I crept out and sat on my old carpet. The door was locked and I smiled as I rooted through the possessions that he left behind, they were mine now. His mother came knocking; I ignored her and hated her. I would thump back and smile as she sobbed. Nock, nock! Who's there? No one, no one but a monster.
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