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That was close!she thought fearfully, desperately afraid now as she waited, listening for any signs of breathing, monstrous groaning, or any other signs that she was about to be gobbled or flayed alive.
*Thump, thump, thump, thump, swish…. swish…. THUMP!*
Grabbing her phone, she almost dialed 911, but had no idea what to tell them.Hey, there’s something thumping under my bed? That sounded like a prelude to a dirty joke or some prank call.
Finally, she glanced at her phone again… seeing it was nearly five in the morning. This was ridiculous and sooo stupid. There was nothing to be scared of! She was safe in the house and…
Hearing a hiss… Reyna froze as her eyes shot wide open, backing away from the side of her bed and slamming her body against the wall in terror.
Dialing blindly, she heard a soft voice answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“K-Kyle,” she whispered nervously in a hushed voice.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in alarm. “Reyna? It’s four-forty in the morning? Is everything okay?”
“No,” she said fearfully, feeling tears sting her nose as she heard another soft hiss and grumbling growl from close by. “I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.”
“Baby, talk to me… what’s wrong,” Kyle said quietly, and she heard movement in the phone before hearing a buzzing sound from his truck, realizing he was getting in his vehicle. “Are you safe? Is someone in the house? Where are you?”
“I’m at home and something’s under my bed… don’t laugh,” she whimpered painfully. “I’m serious.”
“What do you mean?”
*THUMP, THUMP, THUMP*…echoed in the silence – follow by a very angry growl.
“What the…” Kyle uttered, and she could hear the disbelief in his voice.
“I know!” Reyna squeaked out in a hushed manner, trying to keep the hysterical panic from bubbling within her, making her want to scream aloud.
“I’m two minutes away…” he volunteered. “Stay put or dial 911 if you are in danger.”
“How can I be in danger? I mean, there’s got to be a reason for… THAT,” she whispered fiercely, trying to mentally wrap her mind around what could be beneath her bed.
“I’m sure there is,” Kyle replied, and Reyna perked up as she heard tires squealing outside.
“Is that you?”
“Yeah…”
“You’ve really got to stop grinding to a halt like that or you are going to wear out your tires and brakes,” she said nervously, feeling relief course through her.
“Can you open the front door?”
“It’s under my bed, remember? I’m trapped! If I get out of bed, it will grab me, attack me, or kill me before I make it to the door. I’ve seen the scary movies, and this is classic,” she whispered softly into the phone.
“Take a flying leap and run,” Kyle countered, “Or I can break a window out because I’m gonna tell you – the police would take out a window or your front door to get inside, too.”
“Leaping is commencing…” she hissed nervously. “Don’t hang up.”
“I’m right here and armed.”
“You’re armed?”
“I don’t know what’s there, and if something is running behind you…”
“Do you want me to jump out of bed or not, because the idea of something ferocious scrambling after me is making me knock-kneed like a six-year-old kid…”
