Episode 2 - Under the Bed / Posted by guillardo (gilly-are-do) Source: Reddit

---Mom made sure to check for monsters under my bed after I told her about the scratching noises. The gentleness of her voice as she told me that I was safe was enough to make me embrace sleep.
It was a request of mine to leave my door ajar just in case I needed to run to the safety of my parents and upon relaying that to my mom, she chuckled but honored my plea as she promised not to close their bedroom door as well.
In the brink of deep slumber after a month since the unsettling noises, I heard the sound of crawling and the gentle closing of my door. As the heaviness of my eyes demanded rest, my six year old self could only give in.
Mom always made sure to check under my bed that she never checked under hers.
Dad arrived one morning after his night shift and found blood soaking the white carpet on both sides of their bed. As he made the motion of peering at the space under the wooden frame he found mom...or what was left of her at least.
Nothing was the same after that as dad got rid of our bedframes, leaving our mattresses bare on the floor. The trauma of the horrific incident left my father so distraught that social services rendered him no longer capable of taking care of me.
I never heard from my dad after that but I remembered the pelting rain, the squeeze of an adult hand on my little one, as they lowered his casket five months later.
Fall greeted the seventh year of my life and gifted me with a foster family that soon became my adopted ones. It wasn't until I turned ten that my new parents were blessed with their own child yet they didn't love me any less.
Years of happiness shrouded our home as the stain of my past slowly depleted with time.
I thought I had escaped it all, that at sixteen I was finally free from the tailing fear, so much so that I even found myself imagining a bright future.
My longing for paradise turned into a wasteland once more when my now six year old sister asked me to check under her bed coz she heard scratching noises.
In the midst of my body shaking as terror clothed me, I got down on my knees and checked under her bed. My eyes soon adjusted to the dimness of that space and as they did, I saw something wearing the skin of my mother's face.