"So, will I still get to talk to you when we get to the hotel?" Sally asked the dark room.
"I'm afraid not. The hotel bed won't have the portal." Und said.
"Portal?"
"Yes, this bed is made of wood from a dryad's tree."
"A what?" Sally asked with excitement.
"It's a tree spirit. Your bed was made out of her home." Und said.
"I'm sorry." Sally felt bad.
"Don't worry. She had been gone long before your bed was made." Und said with some sadness in his voice.
"So that's how you can talk to me?"
"Yes, the dryad was my friend. We used a portal to see each other." Und said, "When your parents put the bed back together, there was enough of the magic left to open the portal again."
"Wow!"
"Goodnight, Sally, and have fun on your vacation."
"Thank you, goodnight Und."
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Monster Under the Bed
ParanormalSally thinks there is a monster under her bed, but he swears he isn't one. Small conversations between a girl and her monster under the bed.
