Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

The power went out. Camela and Cynthia ran through the small house. Camela hurriedly tossed clothes into a backpack while Cynthia checked every shadow, vent, and window. Suddenly Camela froze. “That was him, wasn’t it?” Cynthia cursed under her breath. “He’s playing with us.” A sound echoed from beneath the floor like dragging wood. Cynthia squatted down, lifting a rug in the living room. Underneath, she discovered a trapdoor. Camela’s stomach flipped. “That’s… that wasn’t there before.”

Because the next morning when I woke up,I found Kael standing over my bed and he was holding one of my socks. A pink one!.

Loosening the breath I held, I murmured to myself, "Where do I begin." It seemed like the two had already unpacked and neatened the room. There weren't any pants or boxer briefs out of place. I couldn't even find a stray shoe. Closing in on the first bed, I ruffled through the blankets and under the mattress to see if I could find anything. When I came up empty, I carefully picked up each decorative pillow until I found something under the very last one. A piece of material. One that I had been missing for the last couple of days.

Too small to tell someone. A waterglass that didn't stand in the morning where she left it in the evening. Wet footprints in the hall, although no one had been outside. And last night — a children's song. Quiet. Under her bed. She hadn't looked. Not because she was afraid. Because she knew there was nothing there. And that just made it worse. That morning it knocked on her door. Without waiting for the answer, Lena Weber joined. She seemed pale than usual. “You heard it, didn’t you?”

and then someone got bitten, betrayed, or asked to share emotional availability before breakfast. The fourth house was an entirely normal-looking semi-detached with floral curtains, a faded welcome mat, and a ceramic rooster on the kitchen windowsill. Maya disliked it immediately. Normal was just camouflage with better lighting. The upstairs was ordinary. Dust. Cupboards. One packet of pasta hidden behind baking trays. Two tins of condensed milk. Then Eli found the basement door. It was behind a folded ironing board in the laundry. The lock was new. “Interesting,” Maya said.

Josh shouts out. "yes." the memory of a naked Stacey in my bed makes me shiver in disgust. "THAT FUCKING BITCH!" Mia suddenly yells frightening the shit out of me. "This was a set-up. Stacey planted the underwear under your bed and then told Emma about it. Why else would Emma know where to find them? what other reason would she have to look under your bed?" before Mia has even finished her sentence I know what she's saying is true, it all makes sense and I'm guessing that's what she said to Emma yesterday before she ran away from me.

“In my room, I’ll grab it for you.” Matt slunk back into his room with the first issue, and I hustled greedily to my bed to devour issue two and find out if the Popobawa survived the bombs the army dropped into the sewers to kill it. By the time Mom yelled up the stairs that it was time for dinner, I was halfway through issue three and Matt had already come in to grab number two. We both left our rooms at Mom’s call and my brother smiled for once. “Can you believe it got away through the sewers and out to that island?”

"I have been under here for twenty-one years. I have watched you grow. I have listened to you cry. I have counted every night you fell asleep without looking. Tonight, I decided to count no more." The mattress rose an inch. Then two. I could feel the springs groaning. I could feel something hard and bony pressing into my back. And I realized, with a clarity that made my mind go white, that the thing under my bed was not trying to hurt me. Not yet. It was trying to get comfortable. Because it planned to stay. And I had forgotten to check under the bed.

I ask "First, dinner. Then– do you remember I told you yesterday I have something to tell you?" "Yeah, yeah– you said after I met with my parents. Now tell me, what is it? Is it good or bad?" "Hmm..." He replies and pauses like he's thinking about my question. After a while, he replies, "Let me say, it's something you've always wanted. An unpleasant surprise that we found in the shelter's basement." "Huh?... You guys found something inside the shelter's basement and it's something that I've always wanted!?" "Yes..."