Introduction
I began tucking my beautiful daughter into bed, her eyes were shimmering under the dim light. 'Daddy?' She whispered, a voice like silk - she was a dream to listen to. 'Yes, Angel?'
'Silly daddy, my names AngelA, not Angel!' She coughed, for a second I panicked, but I handed her a glass of water. She appeared fine after she'd had a drink, I think it was just a small cough, nothing for me to really worry about. '...Can you check under my bed for monsters, daddy?' She sounded scared, but this was an unusual request from Angela. She's usually such a brave girl, she doesn't believe in monsters. But, I politely nodded and checked for her - just so my little angel didn't have to worry.
I saw a pair of eyes staring back at me. Big, round and blue, just like Angela's. Then, I heard a voice of silk, just like hers, whisper in the same tone. 'Daddy, I'm scared. There's someone in my bed.'
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Angela
Horror'My name is John, John of the Waterson variety, to be specific. I have a beautiful daughter, and I did have a beautiful wife.' John's life was just piecing itself back together after the recent death of his wife, Evangeline. When something is wrong...
