It was stupid. He knew that. That's why he didn't call for help. It was just a fear. He continued to only peak from the covers of his bed as he stared at the open door of his closet. He would close it, but then his ankles were in perfect alignment with the abyss under the throne of his beloved mattress. And who knows what could grab him then?
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