We cant really pretend that we can fathom what really lurks under the bed. When you where a kid, you where scared out of your mind of what lurks under there. Your dad would check, and laugh, but you would lay in fear, and swear you heard it breathing. You try not to fall asleep, but when you did you dreamed about it. Saw it. Saw that thing. And then you sat there and waited for it to use its jarring blood stained fangs. But then you wake up under the bed and close your eyes, thinking about how its just a dream, but you cant stop it. Nobody can even begin to describe the jarring power of that thing under your bed. You scream and try to get out but it pulls you in. Deeper and deeper until you cant breath and you eventually give in.
Your parents come in and tell you its just a nightmare but its all to real. You push away the thing but you just end up making it worse. You twist around and try to get back on the bed to turn on the light to kill the thing under your bed, but your locked in. Deeper and deeper until your arms turn purple and your eyes close. The thing under your bed laughs and breaths on you.
You then procede to wake up on your bed and have everyone tell you it was just a bad dream, but they dont know. Everything was all to real and vivid and you grow up feeling scared of that thing under the bed.
You try to forget but every time it just pulls you in and doesnt let go.
And even when your old, you cant really get away from that thing under the bed. Not really. It never goes away.
Not at all.. At all… Ever.