by A.R. Dean Bedtime was here again. Billy shook in fear. The scratching came from under the bed. He pulled the covers up high as the creature climbed out from beneath. Long fangs and dripping jowls. The things rough wet tongue caressed his cheek. “Hi there, Michael.” It rumbled. Its fangs glowed in moonlight. […]
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