Hi Cathy
Is there room under the bed for me as well, though I'll keep well away from the wet puddle? A very scary story.
A few thoughts
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Whispered voices, getting louder scream inside my head. Don't wait to find out what or who {but}[just] dive under {the} bed.
{A w}[W]itch's cauldron bubbling wild with secret potions used to shred my hapless brain to ribbons while shaking under bed?
A drape of fleece protecting me, in darkness I play dead. {I h}[H]ope they will not find me here still cower{ed}[ing] under bed.
A scuffing sound creeps ever near, my mind is seeing red. ...(cliche?) How long till they uncover me yet hiding under bed?
Are thirsty vampires who belong to human zoo that bled from others life-sustaining source approaching under bed?
(I'm not quite sure about the above verse. It reads at the moment as if the human zoo bled and L3 is possibly too long)
The stinging copper scent of blood sparks a fright'ning dread, I curl up into fetal fold so far under the bed.
I thought of dashing for the door, my hero fled instead; I'll hold my place until the dawn, right here under {the} bed.
When bones lift hem of safety's spread, composure's face is shed. With sudden flash of blinding light I wet under the bed.
A good thing I'm reading this in the morning
Nina
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