Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

When Peach is finally home, she just roll her eyes when she saw Mourge eating on her sofa. "Kaye won't give you my door password. How did you get in?" She ask in her stern voice. Mourge just point her open Sliding door. Peach look at Mourge with her jaw drop. How can she do that! Her Apartment is in fifth floor. "Are you crazy?! What if some people saw you and call the police?" What kind of brain does this girl have? Ugh! She's a problem in Peach. "Don't give me that look." Mourge said that make her forehead knotted.

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.

he asked Elias bitterly. “Yes,” Elias muttered, pushing their cart full of instant noodles, off-brand cereal, and exactly two bottles of discount shampoo that smelled like expired melon. They had to share one room. No beds. Just one moldy mattress they found near a dumpster. Era refused to sleep on it at first—until she collapsed from exhaustion and cried herself to sleep with her legs dangling off the side. MJ used his “Taco” shirt as a pillow. Ivy tried to make a blanket out of Walmart plastic bags and finally admitted defeat when they all crinkled louder than her complaints.

Mom rushes Sally out of the apartment. Nick, Patrick, Dad and I start sniffing. Nick rips one out of the closet by the front door. Patrick pulls one out of Leo’s nursery. The last one I find under my bed. “They are wearing scent covers,” Dad says when we have all three on their knees. “You should have put it on outside dumbasses. Who sent you?” Patrick snarls.

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..."

He was blocking the door like a high-end doorman with a moral compass. Realizing I wasn’t going to win, “whatever” I sighed dramatically and stormed back upstairs. But did I give up? Absolutely not. I mean I was freaking Kennedie Peterson. I did not fucking give up. I just had to wait a while and a few minutes later, I was climbing out the bedroom window like some kind of cat bugler, but it was worth it. My heel got stuck in the gutter for a second, but I yanked it free and sprinted across the lawn barefoot.

Before they had even made the journey, Lila’s mother had argued that she was allowed to make herself an egg toast and then lounged about in the kitchen to eat it all, making another mug of coffee afterwards, her second coffee of the day. She had moved leisurely, seemingly not even noticing Lila as she had scraped away the ice on her mother’s car windscreen, the heaters inside blasting on full and doing nothing to melt the ice that was freezing Lila’s fingers. Lila’s piggy bank, won at one of her High School’s raffles, had been suspiciously missing yesterday, about a third of Lila’s savings inside, the entire set up placed somewhere prominent and visible to act as a distraction. Her true savi