Clackity-clack. It’s the middle of the night. I know that sound. I heard it when I was a kid. It was always late. It was the monster. I’d even once caught a glimpse of it, spidery and black.  It’s been 30 years.

“Eric…” it whispered. “I have a gift for you.”

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