Under the bed

Ellie was a five year old raccoon. She was always scared of the "monster" under her bed. One night, she woke up at about three in the morning after having a nightmare about the monster. She called for her mom, who soon came in feeling agitated with her daughter for calling her so early in the morning. Ellie explained her nightmare to her mom. "Ok. I'll look under your bed to prove nothing is there." her mom told her. "No, mommy! I'm too scared the monster will eat you!!" said Ellie. "So will you be able to go back to sleep?" asked mom. Ellie nodded. After she had fallen back to sleep, she had a dream about the monster talking to her. ̸̨̼̣̜̬̒̋̀̚̕͜U̶̡̺̎n̸̡̯̰͖̰̊͊d̵̹͂̍́͋̐̿ẽ̴̛̫͕̾͂ř̷͖̪̣͈́͠ ̵͚͈̓́̉͛̏͛͜ṫ̵̬̪̯͚̆h̸͈̤͒è̷̪̙̯͉̦̈́̚͘ ̷͕͒̓̐͛̕̚b̶̻̠̣͋̔̋́͘͘e̸͉͈̟͉͗̏̂͋͘͜d̸̳̣͐̏̀̂̀͘.̶͇̹͊̔̂͂̏ ̶̛͇̟̅̌̂͂Ṵ̷̬̭͔̇͜͜n̵͈̰͌̈́̽̏͜ͅd̵̪͖̄͐͝ë̷̲̙̝͍́ŗ̸̧̡͚͚̯͐̽̈́̈́̑̔ ̸̩̲͈́̂͒͊ṭ̷̯͚̖̄̔̔h̶̢̘̰̘̥͕̒̈́̾̕ë̴̪̙͙́́̄̽́́ ̸̞̤̍̍̚͝b̵̨͚̯͎̻̊̒̚ę̸͈̤̿d̶͙͉̥̲͑͝.̴̲͙̝̎̑ ̵͉̙̞͔̥̳̎̓͊́̒͝U̵̘͑͊̒n̸̜̾̈́̾̅d̶̡̗̔͊͗͂̚e̴̡͈͎̣̅̓͜ṟ̸͍̪̊̏̕ͅ ̸̧̱̋͆͗͆͠ţ̴̈́̈́̌h̵̖͚̭̰͂͠è̵̹ ̴̙̲͎̔̑̊͝b̴̫͖̾̎ẻ̷̩̩͓́̈̌͝͝ḓ̸̍͂.̵͍̤̔͑͊̅̊͊ it said. It got louder. U̵͚̭̍̽̕Ń̶̺͇̗͉͜D̶͖̞̠̭͆̀͆͝E̴̢͙̩̱̤̾̂͐R̸͍̟̱͂̽ ̸̭̺̞̓T̷̨̼̽͛H̷̛̥̝̩̋̈́E̵̺͛ ̸̧̑̈́͌̊͝Ḇ̶̨̿̑̎Ě̴̳̗̌̓͛͋̚D̶̩͚̀͆͂͂ ̵̺̣͔́͝Ȕ̸̳̊͌̏͆N̵̠̪̘̒͆̄D̷̢̯̿Ȩ̶̧͈͓͌R̷̤̆́ ̸̛̆̓ͅT̷͓̅͌̚͘H̴̢͖͉̻̘͗̈̾́͝ͅE̵̠͒̽ ̴̻͙̖̲̪̽B̷̖̠̪͚̱͐̄͋͛͛E̸̤̟̜̗̩̒ͅD̴̝̺̎̂̑͐ ̷̲͑͋U̸̡͕̳̤̞̺͆Ṉ̷̛͉̺̹̒̊̀D̷̞̀̋͋͠Ẽ̴̳̒̀͌R̵͍͐ ̶̡̎͊T̵̡̼̯̂Ḩ̵̢͔͎̙͗̐̒͠E̸̘͂̂͋ ̴̞̋̈̏̎B̵͉͔͉̳̭͂̀̀̒̊̆E̴̦̗̩̓͂̈́͘D̶͙͉̑̄̔̀͑ ̷̭̗̤͂̏͆͜͠

Ellie jolted awake. This time, it was morning. She wanted to get out of bed, but "the monster" would surely get her. She called her mom. She came in, still agitated. "Whaaaat" she said with a groan.

"Carry me to the couch please, mommy.." said Ellie.

With a sigh, her mom picked her up, and carried to her the couch.

Ellie, exhausted from being up all night, picked up the TV remote and turned on the TV. Ellie screamed. On the screen, was static. Faint screaming could be heard in the background of the static noises. Suddenly, the Tv started blasting a strange, distorted voice:

U̵͚̭̍̽̕Ń̶̺͇̗͉͜D̶͖̞̠̭͆̀͆͝E̴̢͙̩̱̤̾̂͐R̸͍̟̱͂̽ ̸̭̺̞̓T̷̨̼̽͛H̷̛̥̝̩̋̈́E̵̺͛ ̸̧̑̈́͌̊͝Ḇ̶̨̿̑̎Ě̴̳̗̌̓͛͋̚D̶̩͚̀͆͂͂ ̵̺̣͔́͝Ȕ̸̳̊͌̏͆N̵̠̪̘̒͆̄D̷̢̯̿Ȩ̶̧͈͓͌R̷̤̆́ ̸̛̆̓ͅT̷͓̅͌̚͘H̴̢͖͉̻̘͗̈̾́͝ͅE̵̠͒̽ ̴̻͙̖̲̪̽B̷̖̠̪͚̱͐̄͋͛͛E̸̤̟̜̗̩̒ͅD̴̝̺̎̂̑͐ ̷̲͑͋U̸̡͕̳̤̞̺͆Ṉ̷̛͉̺̹̒̊̀D̷̞̀̋͋͠Ẽ̴̳̒̀͌R̵͍͐ ̶̡̎͊T̵̡̼̯̂Ḩ̵̢͔͎̙͗̐̒͠E̸̘͂̂͋ ̴̞̋̈̏̎B̵͉͔͉̳̭͂̀̀̒̊̆E̴̦̗̩̓͂̈́͘D̶͙͉̑̄̔̀͑ ̷̭̗͂̏͆͠U̵͚̭̍̽̕Ń̶̺͇̗͉͜D̶͖̞̠̭͆̀͆͝E̴̢͙̩̱̤̾̂͐R̸͍̟̱͂̽ ̸̭̺̞̓T̷̨̼̽͛H̷̛̥̝̩̋̈́E̵̺͛ ̸̧̑̈́͌̊͝Ḇ̶̨̿̑̎Ě̴̳̗̌̓͛͋̚D̶̩͚̀͆͂͂ ̵̺̣͔́͝Ȕ̸̳̊͌̏͆N̵̠̪̘̒͆̄D̷̢̯̿Ȩ̶̧͈͓͌R̷̤̆́ ̸̛̆̓ͅT̷͓̅͌̚͘H̴̢͖͉̻̘͗̈̾́͝ͅE̵̠͒̽ ̴̻͙̖̲̪̽B̷̖̠̪͚̱͐̄͋͛͛E̸̤̟̜̗̩̒ͅD̴̝̺̎̂̑͐ ̷̲͑͋U̸̡͕̳̤̞̺͆Ṉ̷̛͉̺̹̒̊̀D̷̞̀̋͋͠Ẽ̴̳̒̀͌R̵͍͐ ̶̡̎͊T̵̡̼̯̂Ḩ̵̢͔͎̙͗̐̒͠E̸̘͂̂͋ ̴̞̋̈̏̎B̵͉͔͉̳̭͂̀̀̒̊̆E̴̦̗̩̓͂̈́͘D̶͙͉̑̄̔̀͑ ̷̭̗̤͂̏͆͜͠

Ellie hugged her knees as the voice got louder and more distorted.

ǘ̶̧̹̻̖͙̣̮̰̞̮́͊͋ţ̷̰̊͐̊ḩ̴͖͕͚̒͐̊͝a̵͙̳͂̈́̽̓b̵̡̼̰̍͛͑͑̚b̸̧̨̢̜̳̭̥̯̩̿̿̍̆̀͆̊͊͝ǐ̶̧͒̉̽̒̀ ̸͕͎͉̹͙̯̀̑͋̒̆̆͑̚y̵̦͍̜͌͗͐̿͐̑̕ȁ̸̧̡͍͉̼͖̰̭̜̲͊̿͗͗ ̸̢̡̻͕͈͎̜̣̪̏̿͛̋̄x̵̨̟̪̭̣̘͙̀̑̈̂͌́̔̓̚p̶̧͓̼̜̤̟̌̿͌̽͒͛́̀h̴̜̾͋

"I-A-IIIIII LLLL GGTTE YYYYYUO RGHJHDGJDGHUI ǘ̶̧̹̻̖͙̣̮̰̞̮́͊͋ţ̷̰̊͐̊ḩ̴͖͕͚̒͐̊͝a̵͙̳͂̈́̽̓b̵̡̼̰̍͛͑͑̚b̸̧̨̢̜̳̭̥̯̩̿̿̍̆̀͆̊͊͝ǐ̶̧͒̉̽̒̀ ̸͕͎͉̹͙̯̀̑͋̒̆̆͑̚y̵̦͍̜͌͗͐̿͐̑̕ȁ̸̧̡͍͉̼͖̰̭̜̲͊̿͗͗ ̸̢̡̻͕͈͎̜̣̪̏̿͛̋̄x̵̨̟̪̭̣̘͙̀̑̈̂͌́̔̓̚p̶̧͓̼̜̤̟̌̿͌̽͒͛́̀h̴̜̾͋" said the TV

"IIIIIIIIIIL--"

Ellie woke up. It was all a dream. Tears were running down her face. She called for her mom, who, again, came in looking very agitated.

"What now?!?!?" she said

Ellie couldn't respond. She was too scared. All she could do was let out quiet yelps... and maybe say "monster"

Ellie's mom facepalmed, threw her paws out in front of her, then yelled "THERE IS NO MONST-- ok.. I give up. I'll look for the freaking monster under your bed whether you like it or not."

Ellie's mom walked to Ellie's room, holding Ellie's hand (I said Ellie's way too many times just now)

Ellie tried to jerk her hand away, and pull her mom back to safety, but her mom way stronger than her.

"MOMMY PLEASE NO" Ellie sobbed. "PLEASE MOMMY DON'T GO IN"

Fat tears ran down Ellie's cheeks.

"PLEASE"

She knew the "monster" could hear her cries.

She didn't stop, though.

"MOMMY NO!!" she managed to jerk her arm out of her mom's grip, but it was too late. They were already in her room.

Mom bent over, *hehe* and looked under the bed. Ellie ran out of the room, sobbing.

If her mom got eaten by the monster, she didn't want to be there to see it.

She covered her eyes and turned the other way.

Silence.

More silence.

Then a scream.

She threw open the door, but her mom was gone.

Ellie gulped.

" ę̵̹͚̲̜͔͈̺̞̓̌͛̈́̔̒l̶̦̬̘͂̕l̸͚̳̝̰̳͂͋̆i̶͍̺͇̻̭̇ẽ̶̖͚̝̒͗̆̈́̌͒͂͜ " a voice said. "Í̸̪̖̤̭̪͖̯͉̈́͌͐̏̏͝ͅt̴̡̠̥̜̟̟̳̗̓͗̏̾̊̂́̂ͅͅ'̸̢̡̢̝͚̣̼͙͎͈̍͛̽̋̐̒̿̒̀͆s̸̲̝̹͊͝ ̶͉̪̥̰͍͓̘̊̀̀͌͛͊̋̕m̸̢̜̦̣̠̜̈͝o̵̰̻̜͖̫͇̭̿͗̽̌͜͝͝m̷̛̛̪̯̰̖̘͇͗m̴̧̛̼̟̣̱̞̫̉͗͑̌̄̚͜ͅͅy̸̨̺̦͙̖̾̐̋̿̓.̷̨͎̗͍̞͖͕̈́͋͂͐́̎̊̊̽̄ ̷̮̳͔͚́̄̿͜L̵͖͋̅͂ơ̴̡̺͙̰͉̻͆̋̊̎͌̇̓̕ơ̶̤̙͉͋̍̿̎͘͝k̴̻͚̥̪̓͋͌͗̒͐̌̌ͅ ̵̬̦̥͎̯̦̜͕̯̋̈́̊̓̒̅͜ụ̸̢̠͙̪̩̣́́̓̒̎ṅ̵̢̞͇̥̕d̴̨̨̜̱͈̼̹̟̤̏͂́͛̅͋̆̏e̸̻̲͚̗̊́̅̋̅͊͝͝ŕ̸̘̟ ̵̨͈̘͙̺̣͐̌͂͛̀́̾̾̚͝y̷̢̱̝̱̬͖̖̍̍̕ö̸̧̞͉̝̹́̄́̌͒̀̈́͆ͅu̸̧͙̞̖͙͂̃̉̎͂͘͜r̸̺̮̞̹̯͉͌͂̊̀ ̶̥͇̬͚̹̮̭̗̼̐́͑͒͂̏̀b̷̡̡̡̠̮̹̯̂͒̇̋̐̾̎͜͝e̴̱̖̰͋͒̎̒͂̀̔̿d̷̡̛͚͉͚̖̯͎̟̺̊͋̈́́͑̇͘͝.̴̛̺̺̰̟̜̲̓̒̂͝ "

Ellie looked under her bed. She screamed.

Breaking news! Five year old Ellie, and her mom, 34 year old Karen both disappeared on July 18th, 2019. The pair, presumed dead, went missing in their own home. They were reported by loving husband to Karen, and loving father to Ellie, 36 year old Jeffrey. The family of raccoons were enjoying a peaceful morning when suddenly, two screams were heard by Jeffrey, and when he went to check on his family, they were both gone. Here is Jeffrey now. Sir, tell us about that morning. "Well, I was making myself some eggs, when I heard Ellie complaining to her mother about a monster. Karen took Ellie to her room to prove that there was no monster. I'm pretty sure Ellie stepped out because *sniff* she was afraid her mother would be killed, and *sob* she didn't want to watch.. *sniff sniff* I was eating my eggs when I heard the *shudder* screams. *inhale, exhale* When I walked in to make sure everything was ok, nobody was in there and I heard growling. I sat on Ellie's bed, to see if maybe she was tricking me, or sitting under the bed, but she never came. Just as I was about to leave the room to look for them, I heard Ellie's voice say "please".

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