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Monsters In My Bedroom

under the bed and in the closet they gnash their teeth sharpening their fangs so they can chew my flesh as I sleep i stay awake as long as I can shivering in fear finally drifting off the dreamland as i begin to close my eyes the closet door starts to open

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Eduardo Bosco

Date: 3/8/2020 4:45:00 AM

The nights were in themselves terrible to me as a kid

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/8/2020 5:16:00 AM

I have a over-fat racoon sitting on my porch right now staring at me through my door, defying me, as it eats my birdseed that it spilled out of a big bucket. And of course it is barely morning. So it's not terrible, but it is annoying tonight.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/6/2020 1:42:00 PM

... a scary bedroom, Caren ... call for a ghost medium ... - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/7/2020 4:34:00 AM

I remember always thinking they were in the closet and under the bed.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/6/2020 7:57:00 AM

What a nightmare! As a kid, I had a colorful sleeping bag I would put on my bed and tucked away in - we were safer back then ;) Love ya, my friend!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/7/2020 4:35:00 AM

I never felt safe when the lights went out. I do now though.