It was on the door. Hanging for all the neighbors to see. The rent is due again. Didn’t I just pay that last month?? Oh, yeah. that is a monthly thing. Darn. I unlock the door and step inside. Well, it will be alright till next week. I toss it across the room. I watch as it sadly slides under my bed.
As I start for the kitchen, movement catches my eye. A hand. Green skin with bloody knuckles and dirt under the long yellowed fingernails. I watch as it pulls back under the bed leaving behind a stack of slightly bent up bills.
As I watch the claw slide back under the bed, I slowly slide my way to the floor. I didn’t really see that did I? No. I…. just…. Forgot that I placed a pile of money next to my bed. I mean, I don’t recall taking the rent out of the bank since I usually pay with a check. But I could have done that….. Right?
As my shoulder softly matches up with the soft plush of the carpet, I brave my fear and tear my eyes from the money to the darkness that is the shadow under my bed.
Two green eyes stare back at me.
As I start to shake out of pure fear and inability to move I feel, more than hear, a rumble “Don’t worry. I like it here. You don’t throw socks at me and you smell nice.”
“Ummmm…. Thank you?” What else is there to say at that point?
“I will do my best to not be a bother, but since I am here, I’ll help.” I noticed that the sharp look to this captivating scary eyes is starting to soften. While my heart has yet to begin beating again, the monster decides to continue talking. “You are not mine to haunt, so don’t worry. But if you don’t want me here, just say so. I will try to find somewhere else to go.”
I slowly turn my head back and forth. “If you are not here for me…. “ I say as I will my voice not to shake.
“Oh, there is a little girl in the next apartment.” He states. “I only go there at night. She has some seriously stinky feet and my nose just can’t handle it for long!”
“Oh. Okay then….. Ummm, thank you for helping me out…. Can I get you anything I guess?” I ask, visually relieved he is not there for me.
“Well, since I got your attention, Can we keep Taylor Swift music to a minimum? Unless it is her country stuff of course” The monster rumbles.
“Aaaa….. Of course…” I stammer. Who knew the monster under the bed would be a country fan?
“And there is extra in the pile, can you pick up some Cheetos?”
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