One day, I came home to find a monster in my bed.
He had big yellow eyes. They followed my every move as I walked into my room.
His teeth were pearly white, sharper than any knife I've seen. They were bared at me fiercely, daring me to come closer.
He was seven feet tall with a tail that was half his height. My blanket could barely be wrapped around his body.
His ears were scarred and jagged, twitching as they heard my footsteps approach. They never once stopping moving.
I was surprised.
I don't remember bringing such a beast home. The way he seemed to tremble, against a small child like me. He was afraid of me getting near. I could only go ten feet from the bed until he started to swat at me, a low growl building in the back of his throat.
I didn't want to die, so I quietly grabbed some clothes and walked out of the room.
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