for weeks now my son keeps telling me about a monster in the basement. and how it's a boy who looks just like him. and how when he goes to sleep theboy crawls under his bed I keep telling him it's just his imagination and not to worry. I walk him upstairs to his room I tuck him in and say good night before I could get to the door he said “monmy, check under my bed.” I bend down to look underneath to put him at ease. my heart stopped my face went peal as winter snow. I seen a another him staring back at me. a cold and Erie whisper was spoken,“mommy, boys in my bed
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