An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My short story entry for spook me and for sga_saturday.
There is a thumping under Rodney's bed and a screeching in his closet. There is someone—something—prowling in his room. Though he is not a child, the bogeyman has returned to feast on his soul.
He knows he is being silly. His life signs detector picks up nothing. He's just tired—overworked and stressed. He needs to sleep.

















