When i was young, I was afraid of the darkness. My mom always let the light on in the corridor and door into my room open. But, there was a special little place, where there was no light. It was under my bed. I never looked there, even when daylight filled the room. Because i knew Who is living under the bed. I felt his breath on my face every night, when i close my eyes and tried to sleep. I felt hands, touching my hairs and quickly understood the rules of the game :I was playing dead girl. Then this someone let me alive. I shouldn’t open my eyes. Because in the darkness you don’t need your eyes, you don’t see nothing, but you need to touch. And I was afraid to touch.
Once, my doll fall down on the floor, i heard it in my sleep, forgetting about the rules, i tried to find her. In the darkness i felt her hair and i wanted to put her back with me, but something pulled me down, out of the bed.
I find myself on a floor, face to the this special place, where no light can shine, under the bed. Slowly opening my eyes i saw the face of my doll, right there, she smiled and asked:
-Who is there?
I whispered:
-Cathy
-Welcome Cathy – hissed my doll and terrible pain pierced my eyes.
Three months passed by. My parents never found me, despite the fact, that I was near them, i was calling them, touching them. But they didn’t saw me. Like I wasn’t existing anymore. The house was sold, and today a new family should came live in.
-So,my dear Jenny, now it’s time to go to sleep!
-Mommy I’m afraid, I think that there is someone under my bed!
-Sweetheart, you know, that our bedroom is just in front of yours. Just call us! And… the monsters and ghosts existing only in movies and books!
Jenny wasn’t sleeping, when she felt, that the doll, that she was keeping with her, fall down. When she looked down, she saw, a doll’s hand under the bed. Jenny lay on a floor and tried to reach her doll under the bed, when something surprised her. It was the Jenny’s doll, she had her eyes closed, and she asked:
-Who is there?
-Jenny…
-My name is Cathy, i am glad to have you with me – the doll opened her eyes and they were empty – FOREVER.
End.
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