What Lies Beneath (re-post. extended)

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Have you ever once been young? If you have then you will understand this story and the mind of the child in it. If not then you might as well close this book and dig around for your boring old New York Times magazines. If you remember what it's was like, or better yet, you are a kid then continue reading. This story will open up your mind to what everyone has once thought in their life. 'What lies beneath?' When we are young we play games; we go out and explore what the world has never shown us. Children look for new things to discover. They shrug their shoulders at danger and defy all odds. They are incapable of getting hurt, or so they think. However, when they go to bed they run and jump in it with fear of what lies beneath it.
They call their mother  or father to kiss them a sweet sleep and turn off the light then attempt to drift into a dream. It is then that the immeasurable thoughts of what lies beneath petrifies the mind with distress, imagination runs wild and fear sets in. Has anyone ever checked what was under the bed? What could be under such a dark and hideous expanse..?

Back in the town of whats-its-name lived a young girl who always wondered about what was under her bed. When she was five she thought it best to leave her mattress on the floor...that is until her grandmother gave her a new bed to reward her for the transitioning from the age of ten to eleven. The girl lay awake at night wondering in fear, 'what lies beneath the bed'?
One night at the age of twelve she was able to obtain the courage to bend down and look under her bed, it took the same amount of courage to even muster up the thought of it.
She bent over, her curly locks of red hair fell as she peeked her little eyes under to see into the unfamiliar darkness. Every worst-case thought ran through her young mind. Would she be sucked up by some strange unknown force? Would a giant spider jump on her face and bite her, condemning her to death by poison? Or perhaps a little pixi come and give her magical dust so that she could fly to Neverland?
The girl lifted the covers, as she did there was a movement in the shadows, it was quick and vague but had enough power to make her throw back the covers, lift back on top of her bed and shriek loudly. Sounds of footsteps raced upto her room, her mother rushed in and started to frantically look about "Sable, what is wrong?" Asked the now calm mother still looking for anything unfamiliar.

"I saw a monster! It was dark and in the shadows under my bed and moved quickly. It was scary!" Sable kicked her feet beneath her bed covers.

 She looked at her daughter quivering beneath the blanket. "Don't you remember the last time you 'saw' something under your bed? It was a dream. You were just dreaming again Sable." she bent over and looked under Sable's bed to comfort her by showing that there was indeed nothing there. However, Much to her surprise there was something. So Sable's mother dropped to her knees like a child who saw a toy of interest; crawling under the bed she yelled
"Found it!" while pulling out a stuffed cat from underneath the bed "It was only your stuffed cat charlie. You saw no monster."

"But I saw it move! Charlie can't move, he's just a stuffed toy.." the young freckled girl looked about the room anxiously.
"Never mind now Sable. Off to bed with you!"

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