The Ghost Under My Bed
My name is Ember Celeste, and for the past two years, I’ve been sharing my home with a ghost.
I know how that sounds — believe me, I’ve heard it all. Friends and family think I’ve lost my mind, that I’m just imagining things. But I’m not crazy.
The ghost under my bed is real.
The entire thing began right after I shifted into this tiny, antique house on the border of town. I was just twenty years old, eager to have my freedom for myself, and overjoyed that I could finally call a place home. This house was absolutely lovely with its aged wooden floorboards and olden-times decorations. It had an eerie sense about it like it had existed ages ago always. But once I stepped inside for the first time;
I knew there was something wrong. An oppressive feeling saturated the air around me like something akin to being watched from a distance. I dismissed it as mere nerves and concentrated on settling down.
While lying awake one night staring at the ceiling in bed; I first saw this apparition. Somewhere around midnight when all of a sudden, I heard very soft movements coming from below me. In amazement, I held my breath to listen properly now The sound became louder as if some person or creature was trying to change positions under my…
