IT LIVES UNDER THE BED
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural and its characters belong to the CW. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. Rather than make you guys wait an insanely long time for this update, I thought I'd take a break from my One Tree Hill fic. I got some of the information for the monster from Wikipedia, but it was pretty obsure, so I had to make a lot of stuff up.
PROLOGUE: STOLEN IN THE NIGHT
JOLLET, CHICAGO
Two eight year old girls in their pajamas knelt next to the bed, palms together.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take," they recited. Then, they hopped into bed. A few moments later, a tall man came into the room.
"You two all settled?" he questioned, smoothing back the hair of one. My little girl's so beautiful, he thought to himself. He felt so blessed to have her.
"Yes, Daddy," the first girl replied.
"Thanks for letting me spend the night, Mr. Jameson," the other girl said.
"Ah, no problem, Kelly," Mr. Jameson told her with a soft smile. She was such a sweet kid. "You both said your prayers?" he questioned. They answered in the affirmative. Mr. Jameson kissed his daughter on the forehead.
"Good night, little Chrissy. Sleep tight and---" he began.
"And don't let the bedbugs bite," Chrissy finished with her father. They laughed. He gave her another kiss and then walked out. The girls fell asleep seconds later. Minutes later, soft scratching was heard. Then, there was a hiss and a long, boney arm reached out from under the bed. Hearing a spring squeak, Chrissy bolted upright. She squinted in the darkness, but found nothing. With a sleepy groan, she lay her head back on the pillow. The arm, which had fallen still when the girl awakened, resumed its travel. It wrapped a finger around Kelly's wrist. It continued this action until the entire hand was holding the arm. Then it tugged. Feeling the shift on the bed, Chrissy's eyes flew open. Seeing her friend was being dragged off the bed, she quickly grabbed the other arm. For a moment, there was an intense tug-of-war as the little girl tried her best to keep her friend on the bed. She couldn't let her friend get stolen. She just couldn't.
"DADDY! DADDY!" she screamed. Daddy, I need you. I need your help, she thought. With a sharp pull, Kelly was yanked out of her grasp.
"DADDY!" Chrissy shrieked. Where is he? she wondered. The hand tried to snake itself around her leg but she stomped on it with all of her might. There was the sound of something snapping. The bedroom door blew open and light flooded the room.
"Chrissy, what's wrong?" he asked. The little girl could only cry. It was then that he noticed that his daughter was alone.
"Chrissy, where's Kelly?" he asked urgently. His daughter continued to cry. He bent down and pulled her close.
"Honey, I need you to tell me where Kelly is. Did she go to the bathroom?" he asked, trying to figure out how he hadn't heard her up and about.
"She's---she's---gone. It---it---it took her," she sobbed.
"What took her? Where's Kelly?" Mr. Jameson asked.
"The---the monster under the bed," Chrissy weeped.