When Mia heard breathing in her bedroom, she blamed the storm outside. Rain rattled the windows, and shadows shifted across the ceiling. Still, the sound continued, slow and steady, from somewhere near her bed.
She grabbed a flashlight and knelt to look underneath. A pale face stared back. Before she could scream, the face whispered, “Be quiet. There’s a monster in your room.”
Mia froze. Then heavy footsteps crossed the floor above her. The thing under the bed trembled. Together they watched a clawed shadow pass the doorway, pause, and finally move away into the night.
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