"Hey, Und," Sally said to the dark room.
"Yes?" Came the comforting deep voice.
"I asked who owned this bed before me. It belonged to my grandmother a long time ago."
Und hummed and then said, "Is her name Betty?"
"No, silly, her name is Granny," Sally laughed. "Yea, her name is Betty. Do you know here?"
Und laughed, "Yes, she was my last human friend. How is she?"
"She doesn't live around here anymore. She moved away. She's in a nursing home now."
"What's that?"
"A place where she lives and people take care of her."
"Oh, well, that's good, I think."
"Goodnight, Und."
"Goodnight, Sally."
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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.
