A collection of thoughts, stories, and poems

Fiction: The Human on the Bed

I can't be sure, I only see glances and hear rumors. I've been told... that a human is on top of the bed. I've heard stories. Stories of "he has such keen ears, he even heard our whispering," and "he keeps a knife under his pillow and a bat next to the bed."
It scares me just thinking about it. I know it's ridiculous, but what if it's true? What if there's really a human on the bed? It makes me scared to look outside. I never leave my dark little area. I can't imagine living anywhere other than under the bed.
Oh, the stories. Oh, the terror.
I am afraid