At night is when the real terror begins
I always pray that nothing bad will happen to me.
My pet dog would sleep under my bed to protect me while I am asleep.
And whenever I felt scared I would lower my hand under my bed and my dog would lick my hands in assurance.
One night I heard a voice.
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