"Four more years," Sally said to the dark room. She held her small gift in her hands. This year she was careful to not knock the present onto the floor.
Und laughed, "Yes, four more."
"I was counting the stones. My last one will be on my seventh birthday. Why?" Sally asked.
"Because I have a special gift for your eighteenth." Before Sally could interrupt, "But it's a surprise for then."
Sally laughed, "Fine, goodnight Und and thank you for the present. I love it."
"You're welcome. 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.
