Friday Scary Story, September 22, 2017 The Ghost Under the Bed

Some people see me. Most don't.

But... they can all feel me.

Because I bite.
I bite until they bleed.


I can't stop myself.

I eat them. I don't know why. Don't ask! I won't say!


Yes.
Yes, I'll tell you.

Because it pleases me. It's what they deserve. They're free. I 'm not. I'm stuck. They're not.

I start when they're asleep. I start on their fingers that hang off the bed. Tantalizing me. Taunting me. Laughing at me...

Have you felt me? Do you know me?


I know you.