The boy was asleep on his bed, soft as a cloud. A noise under his bed woke him, it was loud. 'Hello? Who's there?'
he said, as he peeked under his bed. No reply from the darkness below.
'It's probably just fear, you know.'
'Who's that? Who's there?' the boy said.
'Me! Your fears, underneath the bed!'
The boy had no time to reply, as a hand clutched his leg, cold and dry. It started to tug on the poor boy's leg, and slowly dragged him under the bed. He screamed, 'Save me! Amen!' But he wasn't heard from again.
by Oliver Alderson (14)
Croesyceiliog School, Cwmbran
Competition - Grim Tales
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