forsyth | Daily Drabble

She was the only one who heard the music. And she couldn't forgive Rhino for that. It wasn't really fair to blame them, but they made the CDs that started the instant the light faded. It echoed up from underneath and crept into her sleep like a drunken ninja. Nobody else saw the monsters, either. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, the monsters got a music club subscription and her feet got safety. But as "I'm Your Boogie Man" started playing for the eighty-eighth time, she couldn't help a twinge of nostalgia for the old terror.

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