As a kid I had a monster. When I was in bed and closed my eyes... I'd see him. Wide eyes with veins bulging out of them, a wide smile with crooked teeth, and a crooked back. As I got older I rid of him, I slept in harmony. But know I'm sitting here in bed, seeing my childhood monster in the doorway. His breathing is heavy, and every ten minutes... he gets closer.
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Writer: Shayla Wolfe
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Scary Stories >> Shayla Wolfe
HorrorHe stares at you and closes the book,"Story times over, let me get my tools and continue your torturement."
