Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen. Graboid27ĭon’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead. I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand. The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.” - justAnotherMuffledVo
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