He ' s an ~~ utter ~~ udder genius if you ask meFFY <| sep |> Yeah he does . And it was god awful <| sep |> I didn ' t intend to be under the bed . I ' m more of a closet monster , personally . There ' s something about the smell of faux leather , dusty shoes , and mothballs that calls to me . Being able to stand up is nice toostretch out those tentaclesbut life doesn ' t cater to monsters . Still , I hadn ' t thought it could be so cruel . I ' d been in the house ' s closet first . I was looking for a new place , you know ? The kids at my last place were growing up and only had enough innocence to see me about once every few months . It was time to move on . I ' d gone shopping around , seen a closet here and there that looked big enough to fit my leftsock collection , but none really called to me . When I saw his closet , it seemed perfect at first . I could still hear children in the apartment next door their closet had been coated in legosI ' m not a masochist . That place was out , and it ' d only be a quick slither over to catch my fill of their terror . I liked the limited commute but added distance from work . I slipped through the shirts and was just starting to rummage through some boxes for more socks when I saw it . The red , fuzzy nightmare hung on a hook on the inside of the door . It leered at me , a wig of such horrendous make it could only mean one thing clowns . I ripped open the door , appendages flying in a mad dash towards safety . The door creaked open . I froze , one tentacle reaching for the window . What if it were jammed ? I ' d be caught by a clown . I lunged for the only safety I saw the shadows under the bed . I listened to the thuds and groans of floorboards , squeezing all five of my eyes closed . Cloth rustled as it was tossed to the floor , sounding silken and terrifyingly colored . Springs creaked and the bed pressed down onto me . This was it . This was the end . Only , it wasn ' t . I couldn ' t move , I couldn ' t sleep , and even after he left the next morning , I remained petrified by terror . How could I have slithered so far into the lair of evil ? I knew I had not the strength to face the journey out . It ' s been three months now . I am feed and chained by my own terror . I wish I could say I could see an end to it , but I can ' t . The clown has bested me at my own game .