From Underneath, written by Lady War Pixie.

Back in the 80s, when I was three years old, my family moved into an old farmhouse my father mother two brothers and

I in an old two-story house with a creepy basement my middle brother and I had our rooms on

the second floor.

His room was right next to mine.

My room was pretty bare, bed, dresser, and armwar.

One night, I had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs in the living room. My mom woke me up and told me to go to bed. I went upstairs to my room. My bedroom door was open. I go to walk over the threshold of the door, but I get stopped.

No, I didn't stop.

I got stopped.

I could not walk into my own room.

It was like there was a wall in front of me and it would not let me in. I started

crying, crying for my mom. She came upstairs. I told her the room wouldn't let me in. She gave me a look and laughed a little. My mom

asked me what I meant. Again I said I could not go into my room. It wouldn't let me.

I'm I'm bawling my head off. I'm tired and confused. My brother wakes up because of my crying.

I ask him if I could sleep in his room. He looks at my mom, he looks at me, he walks back into his room and shuts his door.

My mom tries to make me feel better.

She asked me if I want her to check for monsters.

I nod my head, yes.

To my surprise, she just walks into my bedroom. I couldn't do that. How could she?

My bedroom was spotless, except for one white sock with two red stripes laying on the floor

in front of the dresser. My mom opens up the armore, looks inside nothing. She

checks under my bed. While my mom was looking under the bed, I was looking at that sock from the threshold of my doorway.

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