The Dead Man Under My Bed

One bright morning in April, I discovered that I wasn’t alone in my home. I heard something coming from the basement, and it wasn’t my parents. I was home alone because my parents have gone for a vacation. During the night I heard something again, it was a voice that sounded like a man who tried to break something, but I was tired so I didn’t thought about it that much. When I woke up I discovered that there was a stuffy smell in my bedroom. Hardly could I breath. I thought there was something wrong, and it may have had something to do with the noises I heard late at night. So I called a detective. When the detective arrived, he looked around but he didn’t found anything. Soon after I fell asleep in my bed. Then I woke up, and the smell was getting worse, I knew that there was something in my room that wasn’t suppose to be there. I looked around. Under my bed I saw something I will never forget. A dead man was under my bed. Not only was he dead, he was covered in blood and I could see all his bones were ripped up. I had never been that terrified. Later that day the police came and took care of his body. They carried him away in the lift. I´ll certainly never forget this experience.