Shadowthing
07.26.12
There were many reasons why Tommy didn’t want to move house, but the main one was the creature under his bed. On the last night at the old house, he announced he was going to bed immediately after dinner. His parents exchanged a look as he left the table, and before he closed the bedroom door he heard them whispering to each other. He couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but caught the word sulking. He rolled his eyes. Let them think he was sulking if they wanted to. After all, they couldn’t know that he was going to bed early to spend as much time as possible with Grumf on their last night together, and he would certainly be doing plenty of sulking over the next few weeks.
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