When i was young, i always heard stories of the monster who lived under the bed. Yes, these are the stories my parents made up just to make me go to bed. I mean seriously, i have checked multiple times and i have never found such beasts. As i was thinking, i heard some movements next to my bed. I woke up and turned the lights on to check. Suddenly i see drops of blood on the floor. I got up to see and realised that the blood formed a trace. Curiosity got the better of me. I followed the trace carefuly. I opened the door slowly as i peeped. then out the door I went. the trace of blood is heading down the stairs and I have to follow it. A cold chill rushed through my veins as I tip toed down the wooden stairs. I could not see anything except the drops of blood on the floor. It was exactly midnight and I wondered where the blood could have come from or from whom they were from. I couldn't think any longer, I had to find out for myself. I could feel my heart beat as loud as a drum. But I couldn't get distracted. I had to know where the blood was from. As I turned to the kitchen door, I could hear the sound of someone breathing heavily. I moved closer, and the breathing was louder and louder. I picked the lamp shead near me and held it firmly in my arm ready to attack. I opened the kitchen door and huridly turned on the lights. shocking as it may sound, there was no one in sight. I was relieved and shocked at the same time. I looked down and the trace of blood was leading to the back door. Emideately, I started walking towards the back door, still holding the lamp shead in my arm. I opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. Before me, stood a beast with his mouth opened portraying his sharp teeth. Volumes of blood dripping from the mouth to the ground. long fingernails with blood stails. the cloth he wore, socked in blood. I couldn't move, I stood there shocked and rooted to the ground. the beast moved closer and closer, and finally...
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