Story Two
Jazz.
Someone's under the bed.
I have a six-year-old girl and like every child, they're afraid of monsters and the dark. A couple months ago, I took her to bed and did the routine: Tucked her in, read a bedtime story, turned on her nightlight etc.. After I was done, I kissed her forehead and said "Good night." My daughter asked me if I could check her closet and under the bed to see if there were any monsters, just the usual.
So there I was, checking the closet first. Nothing. I told her that there's no monster in the closet. "You want me to check under the bed?" I asked. She nodded. I got on my knees and crouched down to look under the bed. As I looked under her bed, I was terrified to see that there was someone under my daughter's bed. It was an old woman in her late 50s, facing away from me, asleep. She had gnarly, greasy hair and scabs all over her body, so she must have been a drug addict.
My eyes widened and looked at my daughter, who then wet herself. I realized that the look on my face, she knew there's someone underneath her bed. I grabbed her and the bed sheets, regardless both being drenched in urine, and bathe my daughter.
Meanwhile I told my husband to call the cops. They arrived and arrested her for trespassing. She was homeless person and been living under the bed for almost a week. She only faced three months in jail. I feel pity for her, but as mother I always keep an eye on my daughter. I'm not planning to put my daughter in that type of danger.