"Whispers from Under the Bed"

Last night, something whispered my name… from under the bed.” STORY:

I woke up around 3:14 AM. The kind of wake-up where your eyes snap open,

like something was standing over you. But the room was empty. Silent.

I rolled over and tried to sleep again— and that’s when I heard it. A voice.

Soft. Right below me. “I’m still here.” I froze. Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t move. I thought maybe I was dreaming… until the whisper came again,

louder: “Why did you leave me down here?” My stomach dropped. I hadn’t looked

under my bed in months. Too scared of dust, spiders… normal stuff.