Under the Bed

“Don’t look under the bed.” 2:08 AM. MEGAN wakes up. Not from a dream…

But from a whisper. From under her bed. She freezes. Listens. Again— “Megan… are

you awake?” It sounds like her little brother. But LIAM is at a sleepover.

She grabs her flashlight. Two eyes. Wide. Too far apart. Staring back from

beneath the bed. Knock. Knock. A voice from the hallway— “Hey Meg…

can I come in?” She doesn’t move. Because Liam’s voice… Already came from under the bed.

“Don’t open the door,” the voice hisses from beneath her. “That’s not me.”

The voice outside changes. Deeper. Wrong. “Let me in,