A small creature darted across the floor and under the bed. I peeked over the edge of the mattress. The thing growled. Startled, I dove underneath the covers, praying it didn’t see me.
Gurgling, slurping sounds emanated from underneath the bed. My stomach churned and cramped.
The noises grew louder. I felt the sheets quiver slightly. Sweat dripped from my forehead.
The covers tore off and the contorted face of a helpless, wounded child materialized before my eyes. Its bruised, bloodshot eyes paralyzed me with fear.
“You see,” it moaned. “Remember this the next time you eat spicy chili before bed.”