At least that's what I whisper to the monsters under my bed, right before I throw a light on them and laugh in their faces.
And it scares the dickens out of them.
I love messing with them like that.
Good times.
Good times.
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This is a true story.
At least the part about the ceiling.
And the dark.
And the dickens.
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