For as long as I can recall, I've been a little weary. Most people think I'm kind of odd, and that's alright by me. I don't exactly mind, because in comparison to the average guy my age, they are probably right.
You could say I am a little weird!
I'm mean, it's not like it's all my fault though, I have a very good reason why I act a little strange sometimes. I don't sleep well at night for one, in fact most nights I don't really sleep at all. It's been like this for most of my life and I've gotten pretty used to it. Oh, it's not that I don't sleep, I catch quick naps when I can, but I never sleep at night.
I don't sleep at night because I'm aware of certain things that most people aren't.
I know that monsters are real.
Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, insane probably- perhaps even a little paranoid! However, that's the god's honest truth about it. Though to be fair, it isn't simply this knowledge that keeps me awake at night, no; that honor (if you could call it that!) would belong to the monster under my bed.
So how did my life come to this? How did I come to reach this fantastic conclusion? Well, like I've said I've been living this way for a long time now, since I was just a kid in fact. A little kid who only thought he believed in monsters, but who knew he had a problem to solve.
It all began with some missing socks...
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The Bed Monster:The Untold Story
FantasyA story about young boy name Tim who became friend with a monster that lived under his bed
