In the end, curiosity won over fear. I slowly reached for my phone, using its flashlight to illuminate the dark corners of my bedroom. With a deep breath, I leaned over the edge of my bed and peered into the abyss. To my relief, there was nothing there—just a few dust bunnies and an old sock I’d long since forgotten about. But the experience left me with a lingering sense of unease. I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there really was someone under my bed.