A messy room is the best place to hide. One where you can pick them up without them realizing it. One where you can stay a secret for a long while. Waiting for the moment. Waiting for the cue.

As soon as thoses curious, wide-eyes lean over the bedframe is when you snap. When you pull.

You refuel.

It gives you something you can’t keep.

So you do it again.

And again.

A mere legend, a fear that’s never given a name.

The monster under the bed.

Everyone fears it.

But nobody knows why.

Until it catches you.