There's something under my bed, and it's breathing.
I didn't notice it at first, I thought it was just me.
I had just moved into a small house, so it was quite empty. Every room you entered, your footsteps would have an echo.
Now, I would usually just blame this loud, heavy breathing on my brother (who would share the same room with me) or my dog.
But I've moved out, my dog wasn't here with me, neither was brother.
And it can't be me, I'm breathing through my nose, not my mouth. And I'm quite quiet, I'm rarely
loud. When I held my breath to see if it was me, the breathing kept going.
This breathing was slow, it sounded as if someone was dying, or gasping for air... Like an elderly, almost.
Heavy wheezes, and sometimes coughing could be heard every several minutes.
I tossed and turned in my bed, keeping my eyes shut, afraid that if I were to open them- I'd see a hand, a leg, or something staring right back at me from under my bed. I covered myself up with my thick blan