Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

Looking out of the window, I can see the bright moon already making its final bow, this time I haven't managed to separate any pieces to eat. So I drag myself down to the place where I sleep, it's downstairs, in the basement, under the kitchen, I go down two flights of steps and open the door to the place where I sleep, it's a bare rectangle, with a dirty mattress, a thin blanket and some folded clothes.

The room was dim, just the glow of a small nightlight on the far wall casting everything in a soft bluish hue. I set Ivy down carefully, then crouched and lifted the bed skirt to look underneath. There was nothing under there other than a few dust bunnies, a single lost sock, and one crayon that looked like it had been half eaten. “No monster,” I said, sitting up. Ivy peered over the edge of the mattress at me, skeptical. “Are you sure?” “Pretty sure.” She considered this for a moment, then, seemingly satisfied, she climbed back under the covers and held them up to her chin. I tucked them around her, smoothing the edge down, and straightened.

The thought of the centipedes crawling on her legs a moment ago gave Melissa goosebumps. Their mother hurriedly checked the bed. Meanwhile, their grandmother said, "There shouldn't be any. It's winter. The centipedes are in hibernation." Their mother shook the blankets and removed all the bedding, but they found no centipedes. Melissa was traumatized. She was too afraid to sleep in that room. "Bennett, look behind the door. There was one at the entrance." Melissa anxiously pointed to the door. Everyone in the room quickly turned their attention to the door.

"Something Vincent's people couldn't have found in any file, anything Christopher couldn't have told a stranger to say." Fiona thought for a long moment, her eyes glassy. "You hated peas. You used to hide them in your sock during dinner and Mother caught you every single time because you'd start limping around the table trying to act normal. You told her the sock was itchy. Every single night. She let you believe you were fooling her because she thought it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen."

My knees literally gave out right there on the elevator floor. Like, deadass, I almost hit the ground. *Check under your kid's bed.* The text was glowing on my screen, and my chest felt like someone was standing on it. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Whoever sent that mess was inside the penthouse. Or they had someone on the inside. Like, someone actually walked right past Alexander’s scary-ass security team, casually strolls into my four-year-old’s room, and drops something under his bed? Are you kidding me right now?!

Kade laughed, “don’t start today,” From under the bed, I saw Rand’s shadow throw its hands up in mock surrender. “Me? Start?” Rand Laughed. “Never.” *Ugh.* what was I even doing here? Hiding under a bed like some pathetic coward, listening to their silly banter. This was a new low. And just then— I saw it. My panties. The ones I’d taken off yesterday and completely forgotten to pick up after my... well, you know. I knew what to do and my plan was simple: wait until they left the corner, then snatch them up before anyone else noticed.

Just held it up without looking at me. It was a picture of me—sleeping. I froze. My hair was splayed across a pillow I didn’t recognize. My face, peaceful. Vulnerable. “This wasn’t taken by me,” he said, voice like gravel. “It was left under the mattress in the spare bedroom.” My skin crawled. “Left by who?” He didn’t answer. I moved closer, noticing something now—something scrawled on the back of the photo in dark ink. “You can protect her from the lie, but not the truth.”

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

She decides not to get distracted she went straight to her room she expects to see her belong in her room but they moved to the floor in boxes. Sometime when the maids are cleaning they more things around it didn't seem odd to her but still. She wonders where everyone was She looked under her bed for the. 20,000 gold coins she was saving up for when she goes back on the road. Suddenly she hears loud laughing coming from the garden she to stand up and grab the gold coin that was under her bed.

The single lamp cast shadows in the familiar corners. The mattress on the narrow bed looked undisturbed. But as I moved into the room fully, something whispered against my instincts—a wrongness so subtle it took me a moment to place it. The mattress. I’d left it at a slight angle this morning. Now it was perfectly square against the wall. My hands went cold. I crossed the room and lifted the mattress carefully. Underneath, hidden in the thin space between the base and the padding, lay a folded piece of cloth—rough, undyed linen.