Friend Under the Bed by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
Friend Under the Bed
Friend Under the Bed
“Do you hear that, James?” a woman in a pink night robe and messy red hair asked her husband, who was still only half asleep. His short black hair was still clinging to the pillow.
“Hear what?” he asked groggily. He used the top of his sleeveless t-shirt to wipe some drool off of his mouth.
“I heard Andy talking with someone in his room,” the woman responded, pointing to the left, where her son’s room was. When James listened closely, he could hear his son talking to someone, but that someone didn’t sound like any of his friends.
“…please tell me that one