User:Creepypastabear

The Red Bed

                        What you are about to read really happened to me whether you believe it or not...

         It was about a month before my thirteenth birthday that my mom had surprised me with a new bed. She had picked me up from my school, something she rarely did, and started to drive to an unknown destination. She would not tell me where she was taking me, all she would say is "it's a surprise, I know you'll really love it!". I was convinced that she had finally agreed to get me a puppy, but no I was dead wrong.

        We eventually entered a wealthy neighborhood. The houses were between two or three stories; so big that they nearly touched one another. As we parked in front of one of the houses I began to feel timid and shy. I all of a sudden did not want to go inside to retrieve my surprise.

        "We're here!" My mom exclaimed "what's wrong, aren't you excited to see what it is?" Her smile slowly faded as she studied my young face. Realizing I was disappointing my mom I shook the feeling of fear.

        "Is it a puppy?!"

        "No it's not a puppy" ... Then what could it be?

         My mom then informed me that we were at the home of one of my preschool friend Shawn's home. Perplexed as to how my mother had come in to contact with Shawn's family again, the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end. Ignoring this as best as I could I entered the home with my mom.

         Shawn's mom was really sweet, however Shawn was no where to be found. His mom eventually lead us up a flight of stairs and into an obviously boy's room. There, pushed up against a wall, was a bright red bunk bed. The sheets and blankets were perfectly placed but, at closer examination, there was what seemed to be a nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals under the bottom bunk.

  "Don't worry" Shawn's mom said reassuringly "Shawn sleeps under the bed so he hasn't had any accidents in it. "

         "Why doesn't he sleep on the bed?" I asked

         "I'm not quite sure," she paused, and then quickly added "he's just a strange boy"

       We decided to take the hand-me-down bed and my excitement grew at the thought of owning a red bunk bed. After the bed was delivered and assembled I became accustomed to my new comfortable red bed. I couldn't understand why Shawn would sleep underneath the bed when the mattress was so nice.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">       One rainy Saturday, I sat on the bottom bunk of my red bed playing with my beanie babies. I was in an epic battle of dogs verses cats when I suddenly felt the hairs on my neck prick up. I slowly raised my eyes to meet the ruby red eyes of a demon!

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">        The creature stood at the end of my bed right in front of my ajar door. It had its' right arm raised as if holding onto the top bunk's safety rail. His left arm was snaked through the top rung of the latter; long needle sharp fingernails (almost two inches long) scraped at the metal methodically. A playful smirk crossed a gnarly row of tiny yellow shark teeth. Ripped blood-stained gauze clung to its' skin. The worst part was that the surface of its body was a red inflamed mess; cracked and scabbed with oozing yellow puss.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">         I was frozen with fear and disbelief. How could something this repulsive, this obviously evil, exists outside of a horror flick? It began to move, bending its long emaciated, rotting, torso towards me. Registering the fear it distilled within my soul it began to laugh, deep and slow, cocking its' head unnaturally to one side. I couldn't move and it was blocking my only escape route!

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">          For some odd reason I growled at it, taken aback the demon froze, its red eyes widening. I took my chance and dashed for the door. I refused to enter my room alone for three days and opted to sleeping on the couch. Alas, I eventually returned to sleeping in my room.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">         Two weeks before my birthday, and without incident, I fell very ill. <span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">I was racked with terrible migraines that left me paralyzed. The slightest beam of light would cause me to shriek in immense pain. Eventually my parents had to wrap my bunk bed in blankets to shield me from the light. I stopped eating, I stopped talking, and I stopped moving. I was trapped in the shroud of my red bunk bed. A week passed, and the migraines only seemed to increase in strength. My parents could not sleep, they were miserably worried.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">        One night after force feeding me some dinner, I fainted and they rushed me to a children's hospital. I woke up in the moving car screaming; dizzy directional movements, loud late night traffic noises, and brilliant street lights had pierced my whole being.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">         Once in the lobby I showed my dinner to everyone. The nurse immediately handed me a pale pink brimmed pan just in case this happened again. We waited in the emergency room, we seemed to be the only patients there. A doctor eventually retrieved us and brought us into a darkened room, a dim light from an adjacent room illuminated the scene. The doctor said she was going to give me something to reduce vomiting in a shot form. She told me she could either inject it into my buttocks or into my thigh; I chose my thigh to keep my dignity. The nurse violently jabbed the needle down and into the top of my thigh. The mixture of penetration and medicine felt like it hit bone. I saw bright lightning behind my sobbing eyes, my mouth had opened and a scream not my own bellowed out. The nurse had been pushed back by my hands, but I did not feel her. After that, my parents rushed me home where I fell asleep.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">          The following day I awoke migraine free. I had decided to tell my mom what I had seen in my room just a few weeks prior to the week of sensational hell. I also expressed that I wanted to destroy the red bunk bed. My mom didn't say anything to me, but instead walked away.

<span style="color:rgb(100,100,100);font-family:'LucidaGrande','TrebuchetMS',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:18.1875px;">          A few days later I returned home from school to find the red bunk bed missing and another bed in its place. I haven't seen the demon since that first day, instead black shadow figures with yellow glowing eyes follow me. They do not harm me, but instead they seem to protect me...