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Under the Bed

Eight-year-old Milo is convinced there is something under his bed that breathes, despite his mother's reassurances that it's just his imagination. One night, he hears the breathing again and discovers a voice from the darkness that claims, 'That's my game too,' before a cold hand grabs him. The story builds suspense around Milo's fear and curiosity about what lurks beneath his bed.

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Under the Bed

Eight-year-old Milo is convinced there is something under his bed that breathes, despite his mother's reassurances that it's just his imagination. One night, he hears the breathing again and discovers a voice from the darkness that claims, 'That's my game too,' before a cold hand grabs him. The story builds suspense around Milo's fear and curiosity about what lurks beneath his bed.

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Under the Bed

Every night before bed, 8-year-old Milo made his mom check under the
bed.

“There’s nothing here, Milo,” she’d say, smiling patiently as she swept the
flashlight back and forth across the dusty wooden floor.
“But I hear it,” Milo whispered. “It breathes when I close my eyes.”

His mother dismissed it as an overactive imagination. “It’s just the house


settling. Now go to sleep.”
But Milo knew the difference between creaking wood and slow, steady
breathing.

One night, after his mom left, Milo lay perfectly still under the covers, eyes
wide open. The room was silent, except for that slow, raspy inhale. Then
exhale.

Milo took a deep breath.


And heard it breathe again—after him.
Not with him. After.

Terrified but curious, he slowly leaned over the edge of the bed, holding
his breath.

Nothing.

Then a voice from the darkness whispered, “That’s my game too.”

And a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

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