It Came From Below

I was trying to sleep. The noises kept creaking under my bed. I pulled the covers over my face. The noises got louder. The noises turned into a loud growling. My bed started shaking. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a shovel and a flashlight. I looked under my bed and my dog jumped out. “It’s just you, Rex,” I said. I took one last look under my bed. I saw two hands reaching out of a hole. Then a horrid, monsterous face. I tried to back up, the hand grabbed me and pulled me into the dark hole.