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The Man Under My Bed

Amanda Nechesa is sucker for the fictional world, she always has been. She finds joy in creating little worlds with her fictional charact


There is a man under my bed.

I can feel him breathing, I can hear him thinking. I am waiting for him to pounce. There is a knife on my hand. It’s a black knife and it’s very sharp. I hold it tighter.

There is a beat in my chest. It’s very slow and steady. Someone should probably give it a memo on what is happening.

Seconds pass, hunter and prey. I don’t know which I am yet. The man under my bed does not pounce. He must know I know he’s there. His heart is beating so loud I feel like it would burst my ear drums. It doesn’t. Instead, my own heart finally gets the memo. It’s now following the rhythm of the heart of the man under my bed. I wait.
One minute has already passed. Still no move. My right hand holding the knife is getting tired.

“Are you going to stay there or get out and face me like a man?”
I hear my voice ask. It’s a good calm voice. I have a good calm voice. Why do I have a good calm voice? There is a man under my bed dammit. My voice should be anything but calm. No voice replies to my calm voice though, instead, something shuffles under my bed.
Is he taking me up to my offer?

This is it. Dear Hand, clutch that knife.

Dear heart, remain steady. Dear legs, run when I say run. Dear eyes, see.

Another minute. Nothing has happened yet. The shuffle had since ceased. Am getting very impatient.

“If you’re planning to kill me, please do so fast.”

When did I get so bold? Does this mean I am not afraid of death? Or maybe am just not afraid of the man under the bed?

Five minutes. The lights go off suddenly. Is this how am going to die? Here, in my own house where I felt safe?

Two minutes. The lights are back on. Just another stupid black out Amanda . Keep Calm.

One minute. Another shuffle under the bed. The knife is ready. Am the hunter, I finally decide.

“Meow,” the man under the bed says. He gets out from under it.

There is no man under my bed. It was only a cat. A cat was under my bed.

Questions & Answers

Question: Is there more to this story?

Answer: No dear, it ends there...


Jeff Zod from Nairobi on September 16, 2019:

@amanda absolutely dear. Lets make magic ;)

It will be my delight to work with you.

Amanda Nechesa (author) from Nairobi on September 15, 2019:

You are also an amazing author and an Amazing person and it will be a great honor working with you @JeffZod.

Lets write these masterpieces shall we??

Jeff Zod from Nairobi on September 15, 2019:

@amanda you are welcome dear. This story has a funny and compelling twist to it. Very creative

It means a lot to me to get the opportunity to work with an amazing author like you.

Amanda Nechesa (author) from Nairobi on September 15, 2019:

@JeffZod haha, yeah it was a cat all that time...

And thank you! As always your encouragement means a lot! More than a lot!!!

Jeff Zod from Nairobi on September 15, 2019:

@amanda Wait a minute! All the time! It was just a cat ? Hahahahaha you had me good.

A masterpiece beyond comparison.

You are one of the best fiction writers on HP.

I am so happy to see such excellent writing.

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