Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24982950-20141205164752

Before you tell me where I defiled the english language, can I just say to any admins GG for taking 2 weeks to delete a 'marked for review story'

These are a collection of stories all concerning the ter'markedm: 'Monster' Most of these stories are quickly forgotten, which is why they need to be documented before the mind takes over and removes unwanted memories from our brains.

Chapter 1: Beds

After walking your loved one home you are in high spirits. The colours of the night seem more vibrant, you feel more alive. It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, so tonight you feel the most average person in the world. You stroll gaily into your building. You are still humming merrily as you let yourself into your flat. Feeling like you should go to bed on such a high, you perform your nightly pre-sleep rituals, sweeping about the kitchen placing the supplements back into their places. You enter the bathroom, forgive the dripping tap and brush your teeth. You firmly close your bedroom door behind you, to show that you will not leave the room for the next 8 or so hours. You change into your night clothes, listening to the irregular knocking of the radiator. You cross the room and pull the window to, as to have a gentle breeze. Before you turn your light off, you surreptitiously look under your bed for monsters... You see none, and climb into bed, immediately assuming the foetal position. After a small while, you stretch your legs out, sighing blissfully. Your ankle is grabbed. You completely freeze, which allows for you other ankle to be grasped by cold, thin fingers. As you sit up, the fingers around your ankles tighten and pull, jerking your upper body back down.

 Remember being afraid of things in the dark as a child? Do you remember climbing into bed with your parents because of it? Many do. Few people, however remember nights like that which were in reverse, i.e. something crawled into your bed. I remember it happening to me only after discovering my childhood scrap book. You can imagine the sort of thing: one or two dead leaves, some foodstuffs wrappers and drawings. The latter proved the most interesting of my particular scrapbook: for there was one of the figure of something I can only describe as spherical with short, stubby arms and legs. This simple image, however induced a kind of memory flash about a time when I was much younger.

I was alone and scared in bed, crying quietly. A hand suddenly brushed against my wet cheek, and a somewhat deep voice said: "Don't cry, I do love you."

This memory made me shiver all over with excitement. I always wondered where my fascination with so-called monsters stemmed from, and it seems I had found the answer.

More curious, though is the tuft of fur which is sellotaped next to the image. It is a very dark grey, the exact colour of the fluff that accumulates behind my furniture. I will look into the matter

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Perhaps a more mature story on the topic of beds and monsters is a tale that a friend told me. It happened about the time he was… consummating his marriage with his wife whilst on honeymoon in…. I believe he said a lodge in Tours in France. Anyway, my friend recalls that, during the deed (as it were), he heard a strange scraping and scratching from underneath the bed, and later on, their bedroom door closed unexpectedly. As you can imagine, their minds were on different matters at the time so they thought nothing of it until the next day.

<p class="MsoNormal"> After my friends awoke from their slumber that next morning, they found a rather disturbing note on the counter of the kitchen of their lodge. I know exactly what it said, for my friends sent it to me after I insisted many times. It says: ‘Could you two have been any f*cking (the censor is my doing) louder last night? I honestly think you hit me in the f*cking head at one point. You’re f*cking lucky I wasn’t in the mood last night… Unlike you two!’

<p class="MsoNormal"> My friends took the note to the reception of the lodges in which they were staying, but the young girl that was the receptionist at the time simply went pale, started jabbering in French, and ushered my friends out. When they protested, the girl said “Non, non it was bad man.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Luckily, my friends left that same day, and lucky they did because that night (I researched the lodge after my friends told me the story) the twelfth in a string of disappearances happened. The police are baffled on the case. What convinces me that the culprit is more than a man, however is the abundance of folklore around Tours that concerns an intelligent monster that hides under beds or attacks during sleep. That and the note is covered in a disgusting mucus that is clearly not human. <ac_metadata title="GG any admins. Scorch me with advice."> </ac_metadata>