The Terrifying Truth Under My Bed

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"At 3:07 a.m., my own voice whispered from under the bed: 'Don't move. There's someone behind you.'" I froze. My bedroom door was locked. My window was shut. Still, warm breath touched the back of my neck. Under the bed, my voice spoke again. "Whatever you do, don't look at it." I squeezed my eyes closed and asked, "How do I know you're really me?" Silence. Then the thing behind me answered in my mother's voice. "Because I killed the first one." A hand slid beneath my pillow and slowly wrapped around my wrist. I screamed and threw myself onto the floor. Nothing was behind me. But beneath the bed lay a man who looked exactly like me, pale and trembling. He pointed toward the mattress. We both looked up. Something wearing my face crawled over the edge, smiling. Then my phone began recording by itself. On the screen, a livestream had already started.