Jimmy was scared. As he looked around his pitch-black room, scanning for any signs of movement, all he could see was shadows. He heard a creak in the floorboards, but already he was under the sheets. It was normal to do this, for he was only 6 years old. He waited, waited, waited for anything to clear the maddening silence. Then it happened. It tore the sheets off of Jimmy and looked him straight in the eyes. It was the Gobbler, supposedly a creature thought up by his older brother that gobbles up children with it’s black teeth. Before Jimmy was swallowed whole, he pinched himself as hard as he could and he woke up. Light shined through the windows as his mom called for him downstairs. He had survived. For now.
As Jimmy walked down the stairs he saw something horrible, blood covered the walls and streaked the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks and called out for his mom, there was no answer. Then it fell from the ceiling right in front of him. The Gobbler leapt at Jimmy and was about to tear him apart so jimmy pinched himself as hard as he could. He woke up drenched in sweat in his bed, it was night out and there were howls issuing from the woods, wait, what woods? Jimmy leapt out of his bed, he was dressed in torn pajamas and an old hat. He crept over to his window and looked out, what he saw made him scream...
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