A scream bubbled up, but caught in my throat. My insides were turning and I was shaking with fright, but I just stared at the creature, its eyes boring right back into mine. The gremlin was a dimunutive thing, the top of its head barely reaching a foot in height. The gremlin had a disproportionately large head, and long, thin, pointy ears. No other feature was distinguishable in the dim light filtering through my bedroom window, save for its giant yellow eyes.
The gremlin did nothing, and I slowly calmed; my breathing returned to normal and my heart was no longer throbbing in my ears. As my terror lessened, my brain started working again and the anger began to boil inside. Here, standing on my bed, was the reason for all of my discomfort, all of the pain, all of the rage at my parents for being so belittling. Now I could finally do something! All I needed to do was to spring onto this creature and get rid of him. How I did not know, but I wanted my hands on its neck. I tensed; my breathing quickened as I readied myself.
"Help us!" the gremlin pleaded.
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Gremlins Under My Bed
Science FictionJanelle is a young girl for whom everything is coming up roses. School is great and she has friends who don't despise her, but her life is slowly being turned upside down. Janelle becomes terrified as her nightmares from childhood return with male...
