Trigger warning. This extra short-short story implies the death of a child, as there is a little ghost kid.
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A boy stormed into his Victorian styled bedroom. He hated it, and wanted to get it renovated. Besides, he was pretty sure that with how old this damn house was, that someone had died here at some point.

The boy launched his bag at his bed and a pile of school work and junk splurged out. He hadn't had a very good day today, not at all. Just thinking about it played with the thin strings his temper was holding on by.

His mathematics booklet sat on top of the pile, and it seemed to be taunting him. So before he ended up with an injured fist and a hole in the wall, he angrily yanked the math booklet off the bed and onto the floor. Math was his worst subject, after all. He kicked it under his bed and out of site. Out of site and out of mind, as they say.

A young girl seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. That's it, I've officially gone nuts. I knew the school shouldn't be giving us this much homework. It's clearly having a negative effect on my mental state.

The boy blinked his eyes to get rid of the hallucination. It didn't work. She tilted her head slightly.

"You can't do that, it'll make the monster under the bed mad." She stated, matter-of-factly, yet with a still innocent sounding voice, soft and delicate.

"You're meant to feed it delicacies and treats of great expense, not your math homework. If you feed it that, then it's going to get angry, and when the monster under the bed gets angry, the bed's host disappears. Mysteriously, without a trace. Bed made all neat and tidily, as though no one was ever there in the first place."

The girl stared onwards, face blank, but her eyes almost showed anticipation. A small smile played at her complexion. It took a keen eye to see that the smile was more akin to a smirk, though. The room was very dark, after all.

Her light blue wisps of a body danced in the draft, as did the trees outside. She couldn't have been older than six or seven, with how small her body was. She donned a Victorian styled dress and bonnet, her hair neatly pinned back with expensive little hair clips. Her body had colour, as did her clothes, but they seemed to have a blue haze over them.

Every little breeze of air caused her small form to shift and distort with little ripples, like a raindrop descending into an otherwise still puddle.

The lamp flickered and the girl was no longer there. A voice was still to be heard though;

"Oh well, I was hoping for a playmate anyway."

Oops, this one was very short. Hope you all enjoyed reading anyway though! Please vote if you enjoyed the chapter, such things mean a lot to me.