Under the bed…




Used to express surprise or for emphasis.
So in my house, we have a downstairs lavatory (sounds a bit better than bog).  In the wee hours (pun intended) and whist in the process of using said toilette (french accent required) a noise startles me.  Now I know this isn’t my mind playing tricks and yes I had got through the best part of a bottle of wine (or two).  Its an unsettling sound for I can only describe it as ‘footsteps’ and children’s ones at that.  Whats even more disturbing is the fact that I’ve heard this on a number of occasions now (come to think of it, wine was involved then too) but I know i’m not just imagining it.  I’ve actually gone upstairs to confront it, whatever it is (alcohol makes you brave kids).  In all honesty though, I really don’t want to encounter anything  ghastly or ghostly.  I think it would scare the bejesus out of me if confronted with anything like that.  I don’t get sinister vibes the majority of the time and our house is relatively new (late 80s I think).
Anyway, this series of events has inspired my latest story.  Reading it back though it sounds more like a shit poem (it rhymes a bit).

Under the bed

I heard it again last night, the scurry above.

It sounded like footsteps.

Was Sandman earning his keep?

Creeping upstairs; my children were fast asleep.

The stomp only comes at the witching hour.

Was it the floorboards settling in for slumber, or groaning with old age?

Interest piqued, I tiptoed again.

I was afraid, not sure what I’d find.

Alcohols shielding cloak keeping me brave.

The coast appeared clear and in dawns first light, the memory fades.

Kissing my daughter, ‘Mummy, was it the wind I heard in my dreams?’ She asks.

‘No.  Monsters!’ my three year old boy says.


Link to image : https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=monster+under+the+bed&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjZ4-fZ9dLZAhWBXMAKHfSOCD8Q_AUICigB&biw=1366&bih=613#imgrc=Twr1faFnyTjTKM:


5 thoughts on “Under the bed…

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  2. I really like the way you wrote this haha. I definitely had to go back and re-read that one bit in a french accent. Luckily, my Canadian blood came in handy there.

    Your three year old has yet to come by the term tact, it would appear haha. I hope you were able to get to sleep that night!

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