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PROLOGUE

"I'm afraid" Little sally summers whispered her eyes never leaving her babysitters, trisha. the covers above her neck as if that would protect her from the man who hid under her bed.
"Shh. I'm here I promise nothing will ever happen now go to sleep before your parents get home." Trisha said smiling and touching the girls cheek.
it would have been better if she would have took Sally and went downstairs where the light was, but there was no light in sally summers room, only the little nightlight that barely kept the room in check. Sally pouted and wanted to cry, Trisha didn't know what was in her room.
"No, No he's under my bed." Sally said. Trisha smiled and kissed Sally's cheek, pulling up the sheets Trisa lowered her head and looked under the bed, looking her eyes were still hazey, not seeing anything but a pair of white shoes. rasing slightly.
"Sally there-
Somthing scrathced under Sally's bed making Trisha blink, frowning she looked again and was face to face with white blank eyes, and the screaming began, sally watched as her babysitter trisha was savagly pulled under the bed and she made a run for it out of her room, she screamed as loud she could out into the front porch, the echoes of screams heard from outside, so loud next door neighbors ran out of there own houses.
As soon as Sally's parents headlights pulled into the drive way, police cars and firetrucks blocked their drive way, Trisha their babysitter's blood all over Sally room but no Trisha, and there sally sat knees bent, she hugged them, and she rocked maddly her eyes still, unmoving, dead, her face pale and without color, she was gone from the world and the parents knew it. But still they looked for Trisha and never found her, but her little charm bracelet, and the stains of her blood, and all that the man who lived under Sally's bed left his true prey behind. Little Sally summer.

     That house is codemmed now, the stains of missing people still staining the floors in everyroom, The darkness proudly watching and the silence mockingly laughing with the echoes of the dead, family after family lived in that old house, each kid disappearing, never to be found, and parents going crazy never to be seen sane alive again. Except Sally Summers, no she was still alive, still safe in her little room, padded in white, and never dark, no beds here.
No darkness here. But after the last one the house was abandoned never to be lived in again, never to be tainted with blood that still lingered there.
Listen, if your quiet enough you can hear him, you can hear the bitter laughter and the defoning scaratches.
Legend has it that if a person looks throught a knothole in a wooden door or wall at just the right moment, they can catch glimpse of this unsettled spirit. If "he's" on the other side, you might just catch the dull gleam of "his" white blank eye before he has time to reach through the wall and get you and take you to his bad dark place under the bed. That is if you get away, but you won't and he knows that. and so does Sally Summer.
      But if your really smart you won't go into that house, or that town for that matter, people know a lot things and they won't tell you what they know, they hardly ever do, they tell secrets and keep them too, lots of them, never to be told again. That house isn't special, alot of people have gone missing, so no he likes to pick and choose.
Sally's seen him once, a haze reminder of what a monster really is, forget the bedtime stories of the boogeyman, this guy is the real deal. I wouldn't tell you this if it was my choice, but right now it isn't. I have to tell you, tell you the secret, keep you alive, keep you save even though I don't know you, yes I'm talking to you! Never mind who I am just listen before it's too late, shh!!! I hear him he's trying to get in, I won't let him, nope nope, it's good I blocked off the entrance from under the bed and bolted the door closed from my room, so no he can't get out...yet I'm afraid, so I'll hurry and tell you, tell you before he get's through!

"Before it all happen."

It had been late summer, the middle of july, the sun now falling leaving the sky in hazey darkness, on the street Merry blv,(to others Bloody lane) A lone house stood, not small and not large either, the house was closed and reopened again just after the disappearences occured. two years after it had stopped in the house but not in the town. But they held the secrets and forgot about the missing.
Staring out from her large window, Leslie watched as the night changed. Boxes of her things still on her floors that were oddly  carpeted. Looking at the large room she lied down the one matress on her floor, the rest of the stuff would be here tomorrow. so she had no choice but to sleep on the floor with her one matress.
Sighing she made her way to the door and switched off the light.
Leslie lied stiffly and didn't like the cold feeling the room held. Pulling up the covers she stared at the closet door, blinkling she didn't like the fact it looked like it would open, silent she was she heard the scratching and the door to her room smung open.
Screaming her mother was at the door, Leslie felt stupid and stared at her mother who had gasped and was concerned about Leslie's odd behaviour.
"What's a mater sweetheat?" He mother said switching on the lights and kneeled down to give her a hug. It had been two years since the seperation of her parents, and the first time they lived anywhere by themselves.
"Alittle jumpy thats all, no worry's" Leslie said cooly trying to sound like everything was ok but it wasn't they both didn't know that.
       "Go to sleep we have a long day tomorrow." her mother said before switching off the light and wasa gone from the room, the echoe of the closed door silent. Leslie shivered and didn't like the dead silence of her new room. Closing her eyes she thinked about good things, happy things, things that didn't involve scary things or monsters. but the scratches started again and the rocking of her lone matress started. Screaming Her whole matress was turned over, she scooted under and ran out of her room, switching every light switch or lamp she could find and ran into her mothers room, breathing hard, color gone from her face, and something hard in her hands.
"Les what happen!?"
"Something....pushed...my" Leslie tried to get out but couldn't the horror in her voice visable in the wan color in her face.
He mother made her way down the lit hallway and into the room switched on the room and looked at the room, everything was as it was, just before she left her daughters room.

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PROLOGUE

"I'm afraid" Little sally summers whispered her eyes never leaving her babysitters, trisha. the covers above her neck as if that would protect her from the man who hid under her bed.
"Shh. I'm here I promise nothing will ever happen now go to sleep before your parents get home." Trisha said smiling and touching the girls cheek.
it would have been better if she would have took Sally and went downstairs where the light was, but there was no light in sally summers room, only the little nightlight that barely kept the room in check. Sally pouted and wanted to cry, Trisha didn't know what was in her room.
"No, No he's under my bed." Sally said. Trisha smiled and kissed Sally's cheek, pulling up the sheets Trisa lowered her head and looked under the bed, looking her eyes were still hazey, not seeing anything but a pair of white shoes. rasing slightly.
"Sally there-
Somthing scrathced under Sally's bed making Trisha blink, frowning she looked again and was face to face with white blank eyes, and the screaming began, sally watched as her babysitter trisha was savagly pulled under the bed and she made a run for it out of her room, she screamed as loud she could out into the front porch, the echoes of screams heard from outside, so loud next door neighbors ran out of there own houses.
As soon as Sally's parents headlights pulled into the drive way, police cars and firetrucks blocked their drive way, Trisha their babysitter's blood all over Sally room but no Trisha, and there sally sat knees bent, she hugged them, and she rocked maddly her eyes still, unmoving, dead, her face pale and without color, she was gone from the world and the parents knew it. But still they looked for Trisha and never found her, but her little charm bracelet, and the stains of her blood, and all that the man who lived under Sally's bed left his true prey behind. Little Sally summer.

     That house is codemmed now, the stains of missing people still staining the floors in everyroom, The darkness proudly watching and the silence mockingly laughing with the echoes of the dead, family after family lived in that old house, each kid disappearing, never to be found, and parents going crazy never to be seen sane alive again. Except Sally Summers, no she was still alive, still safe in her little room, padded in white, and never dark, no beds here.
No darkness here. But after the last one the house was abandoned never to be lived in again, never to be tainted with blood that still lingered there.
Listen, if your quiet enough you can hear him, you can hear the bitter laughter and the defoning scaratches.
Legend has it that if a person looks throught a knothole in a wooden door or wall at just the right moment, they can catch glimpse of this unsettled spirit. If "he's" on the other side, you might just catch the dull gleam of "his" white blank eye before he has time to reach through the wall and get you and take you to his bad dark place under the bed. That is if you get away, but you won't and he knows that. and so does Sally Summer.
      But if your really smart you won't go into that house, or that town for that matter, people know a lot things and they won't tell you what they know, they hardly ever do, they tell secrets and keep them too, lots of them, never to be told again. That house isn't special, alot of people have gone missing, so no he likes to pick and choose.
Sally's seen him once, a haze reminder of what a monster really is, forget the bedtime stories of the boogeyman, this guy is the real deal. I wouldn't tell you this if it was my choice, but right now it isn't. I have to tell you, tell you the secret, keep you alive, keep you save even though I don't know you, yes I'm talking to you! Never mind who I am just listen before it's too late, shh!!! I hear him he's trying to get in, I won't let him, nope nope, it's good I blocked off the entrance from under the bed and bolted the door closed from my room, so no he can't get out...yet I'm afraid, so I'll hurry and tell you, tell you before he get's through!

"Before it all happen."

It had been late summer, the middle of july, the sun now falling leaving the sky in hazey darkness, on the street Merry blv,(to others Bloody lane) A lone house stood, not small and not large either, the house was closed and reopened again just after the disappearences occured. two years after it had stopped in the house but not in the town. But they held the secrets and forgot about the missing.
Staring out from her large window, Leslie watched as the night changed. Boxes of her things still on her floors that were oddly  carpeted. Looking at the large room she lied down the one matress on her floor, the rest of the stuff would be here tomorrow. so she had no choice but to sleep on the floor with her one matress.
Sighing she made her way to the door and switched off the light.
Leslie lied stiffly and didn't like the cold feeling the room held. Pulling up the covers she stared at the closet door, blinkling she didn't like the fact it looked like it would open, silent she was she heard the scratching and the door to her room smung open.
Screaming her mother was at the door, Leslie felt stupid and stared at her mother who had gasped and was concerned about Leslie's odd behaviour.
"What's a mater sweetheat?" He mother said switching on the lights and kneeled down to give her a hug. It had been two years since the seperation of her parents, and the first time they lived anywhere by themselves.
"Alittle jumpy thats all, no worry's" Leslie said cooly trying to sound like everything was ok but it wasn't they both didn't know that.
       "Go to sleep we have a long day tomorrow." her mother said before switching off the light and wasa gone from the room, the echoe of the closed door silent. Leslie shivered and didn't like the dead silence of her new room. Closing her eyes she thinked about good things, happy things, things that didn't involve scary things or monsters. but the scratches started again and the rocking of her lone matress started. Screaming Her whole matress was turned over, she scooted under and ran out of her room, switching every light switch or lamp she could find and ran into her mothers room, breathing hard, color gone from her face, and something hard in her hands.
"Les what happen!?"
"Something....pushed...my" Leslie tried to get out but couldn't the horror in her voice visable in the wan color in her face.
He mother made her way down the lit hallway and into the room switched on the room and looked at the room, everything was as it was, just before she left her daughters room.