“I never ment to scare you”

I had been alone for a very long time hiding under the bed when you moved into the room. Please don’t think that that is creepy; a lot of monsters hide under beds and we don’t mean to disturb. We’re just shy and have no real home of our own. Besides, the room was empty when I got here; your brother had already moved out. 

I decided to just stay quiet and stay under the bed like usual. I didn’t disturb you and besides you were a teenager you wouldn’t look underneath and find me.So I stayed quiet underneath the bed. My tentacles curled around me like a blanket. Everything was fine,you would come in at night and sleep and go about your day after you woke up. 

Then you started crying. I could hear it when the lights went out and you hid beneath your blankets.The bed would shake with your trembling and I could hear your whispered pleas as you fought battles with your own imagination for control over your dreams. I could see your exhaustion when you woke up and leaned against your dresser, your whole body still trembling from fear. Every tremor and whispered plea was like a knife to my heart.

When your hand fell over the edge of the bed I couldn’t listen to you call for help anymore. I couldn’t let you keep trembling making the bed feel like it might fall apart. So I grabbed your hand wrapping my tentacle around your fingers. I had been afraid that you would scream or cry or pull away from me but you didn’t.You gripped my tentacle tighter and fell still. I held your hand until you went to sleep and when you woke up you weren’t trembling.

I felt happy all that day knowing that I had helped you and after that everytime I could tell you needed help and your hand fell over the edge of the bed I held your hand until you fell asleep. It was the least I could do since I lived under your bed.

Then one night you trembled and called out for help but your hand would not appear over the edge of the bed. I couldn’t take it as the hours drew on and you didn’t know that I wanted to help you. So I climbed out from under the bed and wrapped my tentacles around you. But unlike when I would touch your hand you did not fall still like I expected.

You were not comforted by my touch like you used to be and struggled kicking and grabbing at me not realizing I was giving you a hug. Your eyes were wide with panic and fear that hurt my heart even more than your pleas. All your fighting woke your parents and I could see them coming towards your door so I pulled away from you and hid back down under your bed.

You knew better than to tell your parents about me and I thank you for that. I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to help. Don’t worry, I won’t come out again. I won’t touch you again. I tried when your hand fell over the edge of the bed but you pulled it away and just shook harder. I don’t even know if you’re listening to this. But if you are please know I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you.