Liam had always been afraid of the dark. He was ten years old but still slept with a nightlight. His parents said there was nothing to be scared of. "Monsters aren't real," they'd tell him.
But Liam wasn't so sure.
One night, as he was getting into bed, he heard a soft thump under his mattress. He froze. Slowly, he leaned down and peeked beneath the bed.
Nothing.
Just dust and an old sock.
He laughed nervously and crawled under the covers. Maybe he was just imagining things.
But then he heard it again.
Thump. Thump.
He held his breath.
This time, he didn't look. Instead, he called out, "Mom? Dad?"
No answer.
The hallway was quiet.
He pulled the blanket over his head and tried to stay still. Minutes passed. Just when he was starting to relax, a voice whispered from under the bed.
"Liam…"
It was soft, like wind through a crack in the wall.
His heart raced. He didn't move.
"Liam… I'm waiting…"
He squeezed his eyes shut.
The whisper came again, louder. "Come down here."
Finally, Liam couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of bed and ran to his parents' room. "There's something under my bed!" he cried.
His dad sighed and followed him back with a flashlight.
"See?" he said, kneeling beside the bed. He shone the light underneath.
"Nothing here, bud. Just shadows."
But Liam noticed something.
His dad's face looked pale.
His hand was shaking slightly.
He smiled, but it was forced.
"You're okay," his dad said, standing up. "Get some sleep."
But when Liam crawled back into bed, he noticed something strange.
His dad had left the flashlight… under the bed.
He reached down slowly to grab it.
A cold hand grabbed his wrist.
And pulled.
The next morning, the bed was empty. Liam was gone.
His parents searched the entire house.
The police came.
But no one ever thought to check under the bed again.
That night, a soft whisper echoed in the dark room
🕯️ Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, our fears are not just in our heads—trust your instincts, even when others don't.
It also carries a deeper message:
Don't ignore the things that seem small or silly—what we brush off as "just imagination" might be something more.