He ran a hand through his hair. “You’d wake up at three in the morning and look into the dark and at first you’d say, ‘It’s only the clock.’ But underneath it you could hear something moving in a stealthy way. But not too stealthy, because it wanted you to hear it. A slimy sliding sound like something from the kitchen drain. Or a clicking sound, like claws being dragged lightly over the staircase banister. And you’d close your eyes, knowing that hearing it was bad, but if you saw it.”
– from “The Boogeyman”, by Stephen King.
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