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  • Monster at the end of my Bed
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    I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't cry for help. All I could do was move my eyes: open; close; blink, blink, blink. All I could do was watch him at the end of my bed: tormenting me. Mocking me. This is a one shot horror for Wattpad Fright's short story competition!

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