What if the monster was never there? It knows you'll find it easily if it hides under your silly bed. And guess what? When you happen to check under yours now, you wouldn't find anything. Only dust. And old stuff. And a note, a tiny scribbly note that says:
I've moved inside your head now.
God stop! Leave me alone! Stop yelling, stop scratching, stop laughing! Stop! Please leave me please..
This is MY head and I wouldn't hand it to you!
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