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Under My Bed When I was as little girl I could not wait for my older sister to move out so I could finally have my own room. In all my eight years of life I had never experienced what it felt like to sleep alone. Finally the big day came, my older sister was moving out. I was excited remodeling and decorating my room. The big moment I had been waiting for was finally here; the night was as dark as the color of my hair. It was time for bed, so I turned off the lights. As I was walking to my bed I felt eyes staring, and noises under my bed. I was frightened by the noise. Yet, I wasn’t going to tell anyone since I was finally sleeping alone for the first time. After that long night was over it was time for breakfast. My mother asked about my first night alone. Again I did not mention anything to her about the strange noise. It was now night two and I was very afraid. A loud shrill woke me up; I felt a cold breeze rushing through my hair. The hairs on my skin suddenly raised up like spikes. My whole body shivered and my legs were shaking like a rattle. Sleeping alone was not so pleasant after all. I missed my sister and whatever it was that was haunting me just wasn’t leaving me alone. The time that this strange paranormal activity took place was always at 2:00am. In my dark room of terror I was woken up by, a little girl under my bed. I was way too big to have an imaginary friend, and I knew it was not my imagination. One night I was in a deep sleep when suddenly I feel cold hands on my legs and boom! I feel the pull. I yelled for my mother; she came rushing in my room turning on the lights. My skin had no color I had turned completely pail. I wasn’t able to speak for a whole hour; I knew then something evil was under that bed. With a pail skin, chapped lips, red eyes, and bruised arms I finally decided to tell my mother what had happened. The night that I told my mother, I slept alone once again and this time it was hell. The little girl under my bed started to pull my sheets, trying to drag me down. At that moment I could not scream. Finally a big collapse woke my mother and we left the house immediately. I talked to a priest about what was going on and he agreed to go bless my house. Since I was going through such a terrible time my mom decided to take me to a therapist. This was so that I wouldn’t be affected by the situation, later in the future. My therapist helped me get over the fear of sleeping alone and being afraid of what was under my bed. I am now over the fear I once had for the person under my bed. I can finally sleep without the creepy feeling someone is watching. All I have now is beautiful nights of long sleep with my head against my pillow. The experience I had as a little girl has only made me brave. My story sounds like a movie and sometimes I wish it were a movie or just a terrible nightmare. Under my bed hid the deepest, darkest secrete of the under world.