I saw it—a pair of eyes staring back at me from the darkness beneath my bed. My heart leapt into my throat, and I jerked back instinctively, my mind racing with questions. I tried to dismiss the idea that there was someone under my bed, attempting to rationalize it as a trick of the light or my imagination running wild.
But Murphy’s unwavering gaze and tense posture told me this was no illusion. With my pulse pounding in my ears, I forced myself to look again. The eyes blinked, wide and unyielding.
For a moment, my fear was replaced by confusion. There was something almost… familiar about those eyes. Then I heard it—a soft whimper, barely audible.
Not the sound of an intruder or a malevolent creature, but of something… someone who was afraid. I glanced back at Murphy, who was still intensely focused on the space under the bed but showed no signs of aggression or alarm. This gave me a sliver of courage.
If Murphy wasn’t barking or growling, maybe whatever—or whoever—was under there wasn’t a threat. Steeling myself, I lowered my voice to a calm, soothing tone. “Hello?
Who’s there?”
There was no response, just silence stretched thin between the soft rustle of the curtains and the distant hum of traffic outside. I considered my options. The logical side of my brain screamed for me to get up, grab my phone, and call for help.
But a deeper, instinctual part of me was curious, driven by an inexplicable reassurance that the situation wasn’t as dire as it seemed. Cautiously, I decided to investigate further. I reached over to the nightstand and flicked on the lamp, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.
Slowly, carefully, I crouched down and peeked under the bed once more. What I saw took me by surprise. There, huddled against the wall with tear-streaked cheeks and wide, frightened eyes, was a young girl, no older than seven or eight.
She clutched a worn teddy bear to her chest, her small fingers gripping it tightly. “Hey, it’s okay,” I said gently, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re safe here.”
She didn’t move, her eyes darting between me and Murphy, who had now sat down, his tail wagging gently as if trying to reassure her.
“Are you lost?” I asked softly. She nodded, her grip on the teddy bear loosening ever so slightly. “Do you have a name?”
“L-Lily,” she whispered, her voice cracking with a mix of fear and relief.
“Well, Lily, my name’s Alex. How did you end up here?”
She hesitated, then spoke in a halting voice. “I… I ran away.
I got scared, and your door was open, so I hid.”
I nodded, trying to process her words. The thought of this little girl wandering alone at night made my heart ache. “Let’s get you out of there, okay?
