When a girl accidentally meets her monster under the bed, things start to get interesting for not only her but the monster as well. The monster starts to learn what it's really like to live and have more of a purpose than just frightening children at night.

Prologue:

The story I am about to tell you is not a normal one. Although I'm sure you read that a lot from these kinds of books. The main character makes friends with a supposedly evil force, they end best friends, and the evil force turns good. They always end in a happy ending, right? Well screw that. Happy endings aren't real. At least not from what I've seen and trust me, I've seen a lot of things even if it was just from under a creaky old bed frame.
I'll tell you that I'm not a fan of romance. Never have been. Even the relationship between Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley made me cringe and that was only for a brief moment before the human reached under the bed looking for Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix which I gave back gladly. The reason I mention romance is because this is not a romance thankfully, but it doesn't necessarily mean there won't be...precious moments.
The human like all other female humans its age dream of knights that will save it, kind queens that grant wishes, and fairies that take it to a magical land with no worries. While I know these years will not last forever, something inside me takes pleasure in knowing that the human is living these years while it can, even if it will have to face the cruel realities of the world.

"I want to be a princess some day!" She exclaims.

Princesses don't exist anymore.

"I wish everyone was happy so they wouldn't fight."

Man was born into sin, no one will ever be satisfied.

Of course I don't actually say this to the human, it doesn't even know I exist. Well...that's a lie. It thinks I exist but not completely. To its parents I'm just a figment of the human's imagination and that its simply afraid of the dark. I've had time to think about that particular concept and I've come to the conclusion that I am a figment of the human's imagination and that I will continue to exist as long the human believes I am real. You're probably thinking where the hell I would get an idea like that. The answer is Santa Claus, my friend. As long as children continue to believe he's real, then he is quite real. Which brings me to the subject of death. Since my existence depends entirely on the human's beliefs, I find myself not fearing death. I don't even know how I happen to come into existence, just darkness and then BAM! Slightly lighter darkness and a cramped space I was shoved into and there I was. But I'm getting ahead of myself, an old and unbreakable habit of mine.
The only thoughts that were in my head that day: I am darkness, I am fear, I am disgust, I am a nightmare...

I am the monster under the bed.

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Chapter 1: Humans Aren't the Brightest

Many apologies to those who took offense to the title of this chapter, it was the first and only thing that came to my mind. Although, it is quite true that humans can be...dull. For example, Dick Rowe from Decca Records denied The Beatles a contract, not seeing any talent in them.
This particular happenstance is one such example of the obliviousness of humans. The human had just come home from the zoo, it had a stuffed polar bear in its arm. The beady eyes dared to stare at me with mocking temptation to take it for myself. Alas, I didn't want to give myself away, even if I did have a slight tingle of affection for the stuffed creatures. Anyways, the human was hopping around, twirling the bear in the air, doing whatever children do with stuffed animals. The human was shortly called down to dinner, it dropped the animal and in its flight to be first to the table it kicked the polar bear under the bed. The beady eyes stared at me blankly as I did my usual waiting for nightfall. I find myself unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by a useless stuffed bear.
Soon the human had returned from its time of nourishment and at once was searching for the animal. Little feet padded frantically around the room as it searched. It got down on its knees and stretched out a tiny hand only grabbing dead air under the bed, it almost touched the stuffed animal. I nudged Mr. Polar Bear closer to its hand and it finally got a hold. I rolled my eyes (or what were supposed to be eyes) at the stupidity, I admit that I was actually suppose to scare the human, not help it in finding its obnoxious stuffed polar bears but I almost felt sorry for it. Almost.
Another example I shall give you is when the human was much older. How old? I don't have the liberty to say since I don't even know my own age. To give you an idea, this was when the human was was starting to grow out of Barbie dolls but still not quite old enough to watch The Green Mile. The human was having a conversation with one of its...what are they called? Buddies? What a filthy word. Anyways, they were conversing and the subject just happened to be music, the human proceeded to say something that was so insulting that I almost came out from the bed and strangled the human. Justin Bieber is so much better than The Beatles. Basically in every way. If reading that disgusts you enough, just imagine the anguish of hearing it with your own ears. Quite frankly, that's when the human's friend hung up in which I do not blame them. They were most likely more insulted than I happened to be. In conclusion, humans (or at least this human) is extremely...uneducated. But I suppose there is always room for improvement.

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Chapter 2: Techniques Brought to You by a Professional Scarer

When you're shoved under a bed with nothing else to do except wait and frighten the human, it is very easy to get bored. In this instance, what is there to do? Well others may take up a hobby such as painting or drawing, maybe reading, it all depends on who you are of course and your preferences. I proceeded to advance in techniques and scaring abilities. It's not all about waking up the human, but making it sense fear as well. Take a coat hanging on a chair for instance, in the light it's merely a coat on a chair, but in the dark it could be the silhouette of a bear or maybe even a hunchback coming to kidnap you. Illusion is also important in circumstances such as scaring anyone regardless of age. The human mind is always trying to make sense of the world, always trying to shape things, always trying to come up with a solution even if their is none. This is why a coat on a chair could become the silhouette of a bear. Now believe me, I'm positive the human mind is not trying to frighten you but it's only trying to protect you. Even though humans have evolved hundreds of years and have lost certain instincts, they still can sense fear and when something is wrong. I've heard mentions of a thing called "gut feeling" to put it in simpler words.
Now you may be thinking, what does this have to do with scaring little children? When choosing to frighten anybody at all, you must make a decision to either trick the victim into thinking it's in danger or legitimately put the victim in danger. Of course if you're a scarer like me, you don't want to harm or kill the human or that would put you out of a job. This is why I typically prefer the effect of illusion. It was easy when the human was little, I could move a lot more things to make shadows in the dark without the human noticing the object was moved. However as it got older, its memory advanced and soon I was quite unable to get away with the things I did in previous years. This led me to choose option two, actually putting the human in danger. Not much danger, mind you. Just enough to send a quaint little chill down your spine and a good night kiss.
Here's an example. When the human is sleeping, its arm dangling from the top of the bed, it's amusing to very lightly graze the palm. Almost as if a shadow had started to hold your hand. You're probably asking "how does this put your human in danger?". Well, I could easily grab its arm and pull the human under the bed, then swallow it in one bite. But of course I wouldn't do that because again, I would be jobless if I did that.

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