Johnny lay in bed, blankets pulled to his chin, eyes wide.
THUMP came from under the bed.
He squirmed, gaze shooting to the door. Cool blue from television seeped through the crack.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.
THUMP!
The bed rattled.
He clutched the blanket tighter, holding his breath.
𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯.
Silence.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.
Johnny loosened his grip, letting the blanket fall below his chest. The bed squeaked.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
He slid one foot to the cold floor, then the other. A chill raced up his spine.
THUMP!
He bolted—but as he reached the door, it slammed shut.
“Monster—”
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