The Bedman


I have made a horrible mistake. DO NOT MAKE IT TOO. Under the promise of having a good time, I let my friend trick me into playing a game with him. He said that if I play the game with him, the Bedman will be pleased. My friends have always been a little out there, so I decided to go along with him on, it just to shut him up. So after I said I would do it with him, he told me to come back the next day at about 8 pm because that’s when his mom and dad went to work. The next day, I left my house and started to walk down the street to his house at about 8. I got to his house about a quarter after 8 so that I wouldn’t risk having to talk to his crazy mother who always hated me for some reason. After I got there, I walked up the few steps to his door and knocked on the door a few times but no answer. After a little bit of this, I started to walk back to my house, thinking he just forgot I was coming over. I got to the last step in his small bit of stairs to his house and then I got a text on my phone from my friend that said to walk in and that the door wasn’t locked. I decided this was just one of those things you have to just play along with, and so I walked back up and sure enough the door was unlocked. I opened it and stepped in the house, closing the door behind me. I then got a text that said to get the coke from the fridge on my way upstairs. I just laughed that he was so unprepared for his own game, but I did so, because I also wanted something to eat. Little did I know that was that last thing I would ever drink as an innocent boy for what I was about to see would take away the last bit of childhood I would ever have.

As I walked up the stairs, I started to get that feeling in your stomach that you get when you know something just isn’t right. It was overwhelming, almost sweeping me off my feet, but I managed to walk up the stairs without falling down them. When I finally managed to walk to my friend’s bedroom, the golden doorknob felt warm, almost hot to the touch. All this started to get my mind to race. The lack of people answering doors, the chill, the bad feeling, and then this was just so much to me for some unknown reason. I opened the door anyways to a horrible sight. My friend looked like he just came out of being in the woods for a year. His long hair looked dirty and was all over the place, his clothes were ripped and had red stains everywhere. One of his shoes was missing. His room was in an even worse state. The same red stains on his clothes were on the floors, walls and even the ceiling! All of his belongings were spread around his room. Some things were broken. The only source of light was a few candles he had arranged in a circle. Other than one black spot in the middle of it, the inside of the circle appeared to be undamaged for some reason. All I could do was look at my friend who was just staring back at me like this was normal. I tried to ask him what all this was, but all I could get out of him was, “What?”

He just continued to stare for a moment and then said, “Do you like it? I set it up just for me and you. The Bedman is very pleased that you even decided to come. He is always happy to mark new people.”

“You mean meet new people?” I asked.

He just shook his head at me. At this point I realized there was no turning back as felt something speed behind me and I heard the door shut behind me.

“Come. Sit. It’s okay. Bedman is nice. He won’t hurt you if you just do as I say,” my friend said in a voice that sounded more like two people talking at the same time. I just looked at him and threw him the coke that he asked for. He caught it right before it hit his face without breaking eye contact with me. He said thanks and I, not knowing what I was getting myself into asked him what to do now.

After some more time had passed he said, “Now we wait for his time.”

I was just sitting there at that point like a complete idiot while waiting for something I had no clue about in some creepy a*s room while my bat s**t crazy friend just sat next to me staring at me.

At this point, I had no idea what to do until my friend looked at me and handed me a list.

I ask him, “What is this?”

“That is how to summon the Bedman,” he quickly replied. I scanned over the list. It said to arrange some scentless candles in a circle in the middle of the room. Then put a small amount of your blood in the circle. It had a warning that if you put too much to abort the ritual, but not how much was too much. After that it just had some odd words in some other language that you had to speak to finish the summoning.

I handed my friend the paper back but he just grabbed my arm as soon it was fully outstretched. I tried to get away but his grip was too strong. He took out a knife that he got last summer when we went to the Grand Canyon together. He then started to make some odd markings on my wrist. He let the blood from the odd marking drip into the circle and he started to chant. The blood started to pool into the center of the circle and then it disappeared into the small black dot in the middle of the candles. Nothing happened after that ’till my friend stopped his chant and looked me in the eyes and laughed.

“You have his mark and now you can see him,” he said.

“I don’t want to play your sick twisted game of death!” I screamed at the top of my lungs at him.

It was too late, though. It had only just started. As I turned away from the person I thought was normal, I saw it. It was a tall creature with long yellow nails but even this close to it the body of the creature was still black and hazy. It started to bend over to look at me with its glowing green eyes. “Hello. I hope you like to play games. Your life is now just a game for me to make the rules for now. Have fun,” it said in a melodic voice, like the voice of an angel. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I was about to find out.

“I want you to go home, put a doll under your bed and then go to sleep,” it said in its harmonic voice.

“And if I don’t?” I asked.

“Simple, my dear boy. You die,” it chuckled at its own comment.

I went home after that and after that I did as it said. I put an old stuffed bear under my bed and then tried my hardest to go to sleep but I couldn’t. I was too scared and now I will pay the price. My friend told me that if you die from him you not only die but he becomes you and is free to do what he wants. I never slept, but when sunlight rose, I looked under my bed and the bear was gone. He will soon take my life and be free. Make sure to look under your bed.

  • Paige

    That was pretty good👍

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  • Amber Izer

    This was well done. Lots of detail. It would have been nice to have a little more of a background story about his friend. To help explain that his friend wasn’t himself anymore. That would have tied in nicely with the bedman taking the narrator’s life at the end. Good job.

  • Sinful

    Kind of wish you told the actual ritual.. (Lol no reason. >-><-<)