Long after Timmy's mom and dad had said
good night, kissed him, and shut his bedroom door
he woke to scratching sounds across the floor
and evil growls from underneath his bed--
The old door let a stream of hall light shine
through its loose jamb, and by that glow he saw
the floorboards deeply gouged by four thick claws,
and streaked bed-ward with some rust-colored slime--
Too scared to scream and too afraid to jump,
he listened to the Under-Creature's groans
and cracks like molars grinding down on bones,
and every now and then, a ghastly thump!--
Hours from sunrise, young Timmy held his breath
and finally slept, dreaming of his own death.
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