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in the air as he
read through my Bible. I don’t know what a bogey man looks like,
but that’s the word that comes to mind whenever I see Derrick. He’s
skinny, warty, and a bit shorter than me. I know he can fit down
tiny holes when he wants to. That’s how he gets inside of the
walls.
    "Well?" I said, after staring at him for a
moment. He continued reading for a minute longer, at last placing
one long finger in the book to mark his spot and closing it.
    "I come with intentions of peace, my sweet,"
he whispered in his gargly voice. "I mean you know harm..."
    "You have nothing I want, Derrick. Just go
away."
    " I have nothing you want, this is true. But
I can help you achieve what you want, if you will let me."
    "Meaning?" I replied wearily. I was not in a
mood to deal with this little freak today.
    He gave me a wide, toothy grin. His teeth
were small but sharply pointed, ideal for eating children
probably.
    "You want freedom. So do I. I will help you
achieve yours, if you will help me achieve... mine."
    I didn’t even bother to respond to that one,
just rolling over and trying to get back to sleep. I knew that
Derrick wouldn’t harm me while I was sleeping. He was a strange and
dangerous creature, but I’d come to know his ways well over the
years.
    A rustling from beneath the bed reached my
ears, and I opened my eyes again to see Mousy climbing up and onto
my hand. That alone made me feel better. I liked Mousy. He rustled
briefly and then looked at the door.
    I followed his gaze and then opened my eyes
wider still in alarm when I realized the door was open. The door to
my room, the door to freedom, was opened before me.
    "Did you do that?" I asked Derrick, who
had an evil grin on his face.
    "Freedom for us both," he whispered, hopping
to his feet and heading for the exit. He stopped in the doorway and
gestured for me to follow. Knowing in so many ways that it was a
bad idea, I took Mousy in one hand, my journal in the other, and
hopped out of bed. Donning my Snoopy Cap, feeling its reassuring
weight upon my head, I left my room.
    I didn’t have much of a plan. Be stealthy
and make my way upwards was about the extent of it, since there was
too much security on the ground floor. I’d try to find a way out
via the roof or something. I glanced at Derrick who led the way a
few steps in front of me, the book held tightly in one hand.
    It’s eye was so bright it glowed through the
book cover, lighting our way like a torch. The hall was already
well lit though, and I feared the book’s glow would only draw
attention.
    "Derrick," I hissed, walking quicker to
catch up with him. "You opened the door and everything which is
cool, but what’s your plan from here?"
    He only smiled, speeding up the pace and
rounding a corner in the hallway. I had an awful premonition of
doom as I lost sight of him. I continued another step or two
anyways before Mousy rustled warningly, stopping me in my tracks.
The hurried click of footsteps against the hard, polished floor
reached my ears, and I knew I was about to be caught.
    Panicked, not having many options for hiding
spots, I dived through a random door and hoped no one would be in
there.
    As my luck would have it, not only was there
someone in there, but I was just in time to witness a murder. Yay.
My first impression was of blood. Blood everywhere. There was a
patient lying on a bed attached to the wall in front of me, with a
large man standing over him, stabbing downwards with a dagger.
    The Killer must have been at least six feet
tall, and was so grossly muscled, that he looked inhuman. Though I
suppose the glowing red eyes that he turned upon me helped with
that assumption.
    As he rose to his full height, the blade in
his hand dripping blood and hissing like a snake, he roared at me.
Then he charged, dagger raised above his head. In horror I noticed
how it twisted and writhed like a snake, growing longer as the
Killer drew near.
    It takes a lot to make me scream, but I
screamed in