Chris Moet Art

"Upon waking, I witnessed the beastly entity. It walked with a stoop, for its prodigious height was too much for my darkened bedroom. Of it's appearance I could only see so much, for upon its hideously malformed body it wore a dirty bed linen as if it was taking on the guise of a departed spirit in some grotesque jest. But it was not a spirit, for I could hear it's heavy footfalls on the floor. Quietly signalling for me to be silent, it lumbered out of my bedroom. It seemed it desired to visit the room across the hall instead, and had stumbled upon mine in error. I pray it does not return."

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