Tresspasser in the Night

I think you must live under my bed. Every night I feel you lurking. Slowly...silently...your tentacles creep out. Even though your presence is but a whisper, I still sense you. Like an octopus ensnaring its prey, your icy tentacled tendrils latch viciously around my curled body. Twisting tighter and tighter you sneak your way in.... Continue Reading →

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