8/11/2019 Bed People

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Bed People

"Evil, no. Deranged, maybe, but the kid is definitely suffering from a psychoticbreak. Honey, I got to let you go... no, I....I... just got to the asylum. Yep,I love you too, bye" Robert drove through the parking lot looking for a space.When he found one, he parked his car and took a deep breathe. The file that layin the passenger seat was gruesome, to say the least. The file contained photosof a seven year old girl and the girls mother. Both had been murdered by young man named Johnathan.Johnathan looked frail and pasty, his eyes were sunk in and outlined by deep dark circles. It was hard to believe that he was once an honor student, and a devout christian. It was even harder to believe that he had murdered his mother and sister. Robert wouldn't have believed it, but it was all right there in Johnathans file. Insomnia,psychosis, self mutilation, hallucinations, the works."Johnathan, my name is Dr.Stein and if it is all right with you, I'd like to record our conversation". Johnathan just nodded. "Johnathan, when they found you, you were huddled of your sisters body, covered in blood, is that correct"? Nothing, just another silent nod. Robert shut off the recorder, and leaned in close toJohnathan. "Listen you little psycho, I don't, want to be here anymore than youdo. Personally I'd like to see you fry for what you did. But because of your mattress monster story, I'm stuck here. So do us both a favor and start talking".Johnathan looked Robert right in the eyes, as a sickly grin spread across his face."You shouldn't insult them Doc". "Who, your imaginary monsters"? "Yep, that's al

l they are. Imaginary, that's why I sleep in a straight jacket every night, andstill wake up covered in cuts and bruises". "Save it you little freak, no one isbuying your story". "They don't have too. I know what's real, and I know yourenext". "Are you threatening me, you little bastard"?. "There's no rest for the wicked Doctor". Those words haunted Robert for the rest of the day, there was something sinister about them.Robert woke up before his alarm. The bold red numbers read 5:30. Mary, his wife,was still sound asleep next to him. He cautiously slipped away from her cuddleclutch. He stood up and stretched out. He rubbed the grogginess from his eyes, and tip toed to the bathroom. He flipped the light switch, and jumped at his ownreflection. But it wasn't, his reflection was it? Something had been off. Robertrubbed his eyes again, and looked back at the mirror. It was his reflection, nothing off about it. "Must be the lack of coffee". He laughed at himself for bein

g so jumpy.Robert flushed the toilet, washed his hands and went back to bed. Mary was facing the other way now, sohe slipped back into bed and wrapped an arm around her. She was cold, wet and hairy. "Uhh, what the fuck". Robert lifted the blanket, anddamn near vomited. Marys skin was missing, or at least patches of it. Robert jumped put of bed, those weren't patches, they were bite marks.Robert rolled Mary onto her back, tears streaming down his face. On her chest the words "no rest for the wicked" had been spelt out. He laid his face on her chest and sobbed. "What's the matter Robert, mattress monsters aren't real". Robertslowly rose, stiff with fright. He knew Mary couldn't be speaking. His gaze landed on her distorted face. Her eyes were dead, her teeth were sharp."No"Robert screamed it, as he bashed the creatures head in to the head board. "You aren't myMary". Robert kept slamming the things head into the head board.

"Wah, wah, wah, wah" shrilled the alarm clock. Robert jumped at the noise. "Oh my god, it was just a dream". He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his handwas warm and wet. The smell of blood over powering. He looked down at Mary. Herskull was crushed, but there were no bite marks.