He never left ...
It was Saturday morning and Logan had never been as busy in her life. There were pots and pans pileing up in the sink and clothes and boose bottles scattered along the floor. She had never been one for Saturday mornings because every week, the night before would leave her with a major hangover.
Finally the house looked alive and clean again ,except for the rubbish underneath the looked at her watch . Her face turned pale .She was late for work. Logan grabbed her bag and ran out the door , leaving the back and front door open and her keys on the living room had lived in her tiny cottage since ... well forever really, it had been past down through generations and the place must of had some facinating history.
There was one story her grandad used to tell her as a child about the man under the bed that used pull people through the matress, torture them and trap the souls in the never had or never did belive in it and she doubted she ever would .But that evening she went up into the loft to find some of her old dvds but in the corner of her eye she found a news paper that said:
" The man under the bed at the bunglow, hes not who we thought he was." Logan was so confused how did this end up in her loft ? She lived on her own so it was impossible that anybody else had put it there and it definitely wasn't her. She started to read on.
"Nobody knew who this misterious man was, until yesterday when police here loud screams coming from the little cottage near the station but when they got there there was no sign of anybody in the house but there was a little piece of paper that stated "kill Logan" and a picture of a large spikey hand reaching through the was said to be some sort of spirit but what ever it was, it ment harm."
Logan dropped the paper her eyes looked cold ,her face fell,her lips turned dry as she thought to herself, is it? ... Could it be? ...oh no it all adds up! Last night when the police came by she wasn't there because she was out, she must of come back when they had left with the evidence but then...that explains the newspaper...which ment somebody had been in the house! Could it of been the man, ghost or ... whatever it was? She paused and muttered "well whatever it was its gone now".Suddenly there was a creak and a crack went straight down the middle of the beige started to get colder and Logan completely freaked out. She couldn't move, think, she was just stood there with her thin, blue fingers. Logan could feel an eerie presents lingering around her .Then she came back to earth and just kept thinking to herself "there's nobody here, whoever was here is gone".
But then the crack in the wall started to get larger then a faint,whispering echoed around the house saying hes not gone ... he never left. She felt dizzy she had so much to think about but ...could the story her granddad used to tell her be coming alive? ... "Naaaah" she must have been hearing things and she would call her dad tomorrow to have a look at the crack in the wall. She laughed and went upstairs to go to bed. She laid in bed, still nervy but she soon drifted off. Then another whisper from the crack gave a last echo "we tried to warn you" And then the piece of paper that read kill Logan and the picture of the hand coming through the bed slid down the wall smothered it thick blood. So the evidence never got to the station... and neither did the policeman. As she rolled onto her stomach a large claw shredded through the matress , cut her heart from the chest down and pulled her straight through the mattress. There was silence and nothing was heard about it again and still everybody thinking the evil story wasn't real or if it was real it was gone but ...HE NEVER LEFT...