Don’t Look Under the Bed

Jason peered around the door, hoping that the monsters stalking him weren’t lurking anywhere within his line of sight. He’d been hiding from them for… well, he wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been, but at least three days had passed. He’d climb out the window, but he was on the second floor and he didn’t want to fall and break his neck. Every time he tried to leave, one of them would be just outside the door, or just coming into view around a corner, and he had to run back into the house. His own house, and he was trapped inside it because a bunch of mutants had decided to make themselves at home, and he was afraid to let them see him. The worst part of it was, it was his idea for them to come here in the first place.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure stepped into the hallway. Jason out of sight before he could see which one it was. With hasty, jerky movements, he crawled under his bed in case it came into the room. It probably wouldn’t notice him, and as long as he stayed curled up on the far side of the bed, against the wall, it wouldn’t be able to reach him. The monsters weren’t chasing him, exactly. They only tried to eat him when they actually saw him. In fact, whenever he was able to watch them from a safe hiding place, they seemed to just enjoy having the run of the house. They were messy, and they’d eaten everything in the fridge—and the fridge itself, and the stove—but when he wasn’t around they didn’t cause much more trouble than a group of kids with a vendetta against large appliances. It seemed like they forgot about him if he wasn’t in the room with them.

Jason had checked, and all his valuables were still where he’d left them. It didn’t look like the monsters really wanted anything. He’d met them all a few months ago when they were disguised as people, and they’d acted perfectly normal until he invited them over to his house. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, back before they’d started going insane at the sight of him. They’d just been ordinary people, who liked watching sports with friends. And mutating into grotesque abominations, of course. Couldn’t forget that.

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Don’t Look Under the Bed

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