"I'm scared, Mummy! They're hiding under my bed!"
Alison crouched down beside her son, who had curled up in his bed, and pulled the blanket tightly up to his face, his terrified eyes peering out from behind the blue fabric.
"Honey, we go through this every night. Always another tale of something hiding under your bed, or hiding in the closet, or hiding in your toybox. There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not afraid of them, Mummy. I'm afraid of what they're hiding from!"
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In Honor of Creepypasta
RandomSince I haven't seen other people doing this, I am. This is made for all Creepypasta fans out there. If you're not a fan, than please don't hate. I just wanna spread the word. In this book you'll find Creepypasta related stuff, but mostly quotes. Ev...
