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The Monster Under my Bed

  • Apr 10, 2024
  • 2 min read



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While putting your favourite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon. It looked just as confused as you do. You silently take two more slices of bread out of it package and make another sandwich. You put it on a plate with a handful of potato chips and hand it to it demon. It takes it's sandwich and vanishes in a puff of demonic smoke. It shows up it next day in your kitchen and just stands and stares at you. You look confused for a hot second and hand it remainders of your milkshake. The milkshake soaks up into his semi-transparent body and disappears. It appears in your kitchen another day and you didn’t have anything to give it so you give it a hat. It adsorbs the hat and it's eyes go wide, it coughs up your wrinkly hat. You pick it up and place the hat on its head. Its blinks and vanishes. You return to your dishes and you hear a swoosh. You turn around to see it back, with two hats on its head. One yours and one that you've never seen. “Two!” you exclaim feigning disbelief. You grab another hat and place it onto its head. “Three!” It vanishes and reappears with a 4th hat. “Four!!” you yell laughing. You hum “Alright, I gotta get back to work” you wave it bye and leave the kitchen. A few days later it appears in your kitchen again. You smile; when it didn’t show up yesterday you were worried it would never come back. It had become comforting company. Thud, It throws something on the floor, and you pick it up. It was a teddy bear. To be more specific it was your teddy bear. You knew it because had many childhood memories with it. You had screamed and wailed your heart out when you moved and forgot it at your old house as a child. “Where did you get this?” It blinked slowly in response. Slowly, it moved across the kitchen, into the hall into you room and settled itself underneath your bed. It all clicked, the familiar eyes and comforting presence and now the teddy bear. The monster underneath your bed


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