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Their parents warned of a thing that lived beneath the beds of bad children. A thing that looked liked the gnarled shadow of a broken man; a thing that had teeth where no teeth should be and claws all over for catching.
The thing would hiss during the quietest parts of the night, and would sound like a crying baby when it smelled the smell of a spoiled boy or girl.
it slithered from beneath the bed and moved among the shadows, leaving a trail of foulness- a trail that smelled of creamed corn and rotten underpants in its wake. the shodow-living monster man would then wait until the child gained focus on his presence. He would not attack until he was seen.
This was not a boogeyman or a made up thing. this was a real creature- a thing long thought dead and what had become legend but was really there. this was the creature older than dark and more evil than any evil that had been created afer. this was the thing that Randall made a bargain with, God forgive him.
this was the only way to save himself and his brother.