Scarecrow under bed
This story is write for long dark evening, when you can't sleep. Read it before you go sleep, and you will not regret! (Yes, do it is really good idea)
He lay in his bed and looked around the dark room. He was scary, hate solitude. “You´re big boy,” said his parents, when they was moving him in the free room next to kitchen. But he doesn't think it. He was only little frightened boy, which every night fought with bugaboo and won. Yet.
How you know that tomorrow will not under bed something worse? Something with you lost. What if one night he can't drive away cut hand, which crawl on his flower bed linen and leaving bloody line? On cut end run spiders and he pull the duvet- and cut hand too, shure- and helpless watch hand, which, like a flash from clean sky, have icy fingers in his eyes. Boy was terrified form this hand, she come all the night, like his grandpa. But his grandpa was for six year dead. And he came every night, when the hand disappeared, like snapping your fingers.
Boy was scary of this scarecrows. He want tomcat, his tomcat was his guardian angel. His little hopes for better tomorrows. He called his tomcat Eddie. Eddie wasn't with him at only one. In house, witch have cover name Primary school.
Halloween is coming. Night of the ghosts. Right now was phantoms more than usual. Out dog bark. They haven't dog.
Boy woke up, took Eddie in armful and dug out of his feather duvet- like from his grave. Have we close door on balcony? Right, this door is ideal entrance for scarecrows. Cat looked on him sleepy eyes and pulled. As if he said don't scary, theo, i'm here with you.
Theo with Eddie walked through corridor and light up all lights. Balcony door was closed, parents sleeped, any widows wasn't open, main door was locked. He lay back in bed and put Eddie on his legs.
But he something forgot. In his mind wasn't anything incriminating, what can convicted bugaboo from underbed. But he forgot controlled widow in his room. And know, he knew it.
He woke up for second time. Legs of blue pyjamas with little aircrafts was rolled up his knees and fall back down. He took plastic handle. Closed. Thank God, he was saved.
He lay back in bed. Slowly he was to fall asleep, when something scratched under bed. He was so precise, but it was here. Theo prepared on this inevitable thing.
But he don't know, that this scarecrow is his last. Night of the dead was coming and hour of the ghosts too.
And what about your doors and windows? Are closed? Yes? Great! But… are you sure? And under bed aren't any bad scarecrow, which can play with your mind?
Everything is closed? When are you taking certainty? I want that same supplier!
Read this before you go sleep, was really good idea. Let's face it, it was stupidity.
Don´t you listen some scratching? I think, it's under your head. Don't you listen key in lock? Double click and creaking?
Go, and control it, is door really lock and key haven´t anybody unauthorized?
Something in your bedroom rustle, you don't think?
Don´t you have icy dead fingers of cut hand on your duvet or leg?
Don't you listen steps on wet street?
You think your catty, or doggy can help you, your dear half can save you. I don't think so. It just came like this. When you're lonely. Unprepare. Frightened.
And in next room, isn't it kitchen? Don't you think somebody is taking desk from the wall and it make that unique sound? That toilet paper is jumping in his little rack? That in front of the door someone's twitch in his stomach.
Good night… and remember, under bed in always some scarecrow.
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