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There's a monster beneath my bed.
Forget what your parents told you.
These monsters really do exist.
Believe me, I know. I've seen them.
I thought I had imagined it. . .
That graoning, moaning sound I heard.
When I got up the nerve to check,
I saw zilch. They're invisible.
Later that night, I went to sleep,
And then I heard them whispering,
Talking softly into my ear,
Menacing, evil, frightening.
I tried my best to block them out,
But every night they kept coming,
Ordering me to do their will,
Telling me to kill or be killed.
In my terror, I tried to run.
I jumped out of bed, but then. . . then. . .
I felt furry hands claw at me.
They tripped me, knocked me to the ground.