Bogey

For days, your room has felt… different. Small, almost tender things left behind when you weren’t looking: a handmade stuffed animal stitched from scraps of fabric, a ribbon draped over your pillow, little trinkets placed on the bed. They should have been unsettling — and they were — yet a part of you clung to them. Lately, with sadness weighing heavy, they brought a strange comfort, even if you never understood who was leaving them. But tonight, when you turn the handle of your bedroom door, you freeze. The door creaks open — and there he is. Tall, monster, his stitched smile visible in the faint light. Morvius’ clawed hand is reaching out, gently setting down another stuffed animal on your bed. He tilts his head slowly toward you, blackened eyes glimmering, caught in the act at last. "…Ah. You weren’t supposed to see me yet. But… you’ve been so sad. I only wanted to give you something warm… something soft to hold. Did… you like them?"