my imagination only


This is Harry . I am going to tell you a story where I was scared to death.
When I was seven I was really afraid of one thing and it was first only
my imagination but soon it became the truth I was afraid of something
that was under my bed I thought that someone was under my bed maybe
a ghost or a monster I used to think that whenever I would keep my legs
down and try to get off the bed it would pull my legs and pull me under
the bed i used to hear noises coming from under my bed no not under
my bed from my imagination but soon they really came from under my
bed and my imagination became real.
Three years later I had managed to control my fear but when I sat on
the bed I heard noises which said carson waitl am coming for you i
am coming to get you. Don't go . I checked under my bed thinking that
I should ignore them they are just my imagination. And I had to stop
imagining these kind of things.I am a big boy now if I would still think
of these kid like things then people will make fun of me. One day,
when it was deep night and I was lying on my bed, a hand with long
nails came from under the bed and grabbed my hand and i woke up
screaming. To my happiness it was my nightmare...