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As a kid, I was terrified of what might be hiding under my bed. Creaky floors, eerie shadows, and the wind rattling my window always made me feel like I wasn’t alone.
I outgrew those fears—until last night.
Just after turning off the lights, I heard a soft rustling. At first, I froze, thinking it was nothing. But then it came again—clearer, closer—like something was under my bed.
My heart pounded. Should I check? What if my childhood fears weren’t just in my head?
I grabbed my phone and shined the flashlight beneath the bed. Nothing. Just dust and an old sock.
Still… I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been there. Maybe still is.
