Trouble lingered in the darkness, posted against the far corner of her bedroom right next to the sheer curtains. The night sky was clear and the moon shined bright, casting shadows across the foot of the bed.
And yet, he lingered in the darkness with his head bent and the hat secured over his eyes. He has no name, but the young girl in the bed cares nothing for names, her tiny body trembles against the plush fur of a stuffed animal.
"You know," he said. "Most people can't move at all."
The young girl stared, her eyes wide and full of unshed tears.
"I don't bite, Child."
"I don't believe you," She replied.
No name chuckled, "You'd be right to do so."
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