Sam closed his eyes and pulled the blankets over his head to block out the scuttling of the creature across the ceiling. He knew it was there, he could see the trail it left. Every night it appeared, crawling and scratching and watching him as he slept.
He would wake his mother screaming but she simply could not see it.
“There’s nothing there” she’d insist before kissing him on the forehead and tucking him in tightly.
“It’s just a dream Samuel” she would say as she closed the door.
The creature scuttled into the dark recess of the corner and waited…
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