Two-Sentence Horror Story #23

1a16e4507d69c0a03c4d2fb068ad13b7I’ve been able, through constant denial and rationalizations, to dismiss the quiet sounds and near whispers that come from under my bed at night as the result of an overactive imagination.  But now, there’s a ‘thip! thip! thip! thip!’ of tiny footsteps accompanying them, and I can neither deny their existence nor bring myself to look underneath when the lights have gone out.

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