I hear! The giggles coming over my bed… It breaks the silence that has settled over me with all the gloom of the night. I wish I wasn't too old to ask my mother for help. He always said, 'The cheerful creature on the bed is just a coat rack, and he's afraid of you too'. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoUl5gE9Rmi
But my mother is wrong, the thing above is not a hanger, I can sense his movements. Kicking on the ceiling of my bed is driving me crazy all night. I'm tired of hearing squeaks. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbg6DBRadyL
Whatever that thing is, every time I look up I can see it hiding what I thought was just his head under the covers. He's probably ambushing me, hoping that I'll forget him that way. And then there's that screeching sound... Even though I don't understand what he's saying, whenever he gets on the duvet, that sound comes too, followed by footsteps. Loud rumblings that sound like an earthquake... But the thing that scares me the most is that that creature takes my bed wherever it goes.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNUFoAr6gY
Who knows how many times I traveled between cities with my bed. And they all ended up killing the giants that came after that squeak. By dipping his finger into the necks of corpses cut by him and carving some symbols with their blood where I could see them. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4IvZ7yTLPq
Symbols that are the same every time... That's why I fear that squeak, because of the inescapable reality of witnessing atrocities again. Those symbols, on the other hand, will never leave my mind, let me show you the meaning, maybe you know the meaning, 'I see you! Don't Tell Someone What I Did, OK?'.
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