fozzle

As Her Long Rotten Finger Nails Pushed Into My Chest, The Last Thing I Saw Was My Clock Flashing 12:07.
I Woke Up Releaved It was Just A Dream, But As I Saw My Clock Strike 12:06 My Wardrobe Door Crept Open.

Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”