Beneath every bed dwelled a monster.

The darkness was their home, and they blended easily into the shadows, remaining hidden from prying eyes. They didn’t show themselves frequently, preferring to remain asleep until their hunger became impossible to ignore.

Qedivar shifted restlessly in the dark. His last meal had been years ago. His slumber had been interrupted by the gnawing sensation of hunger, a sensation that has only intensified since his awakening hours ago. Agitated, his form twisted and writhed, spikes appearing and disappearing across his skin as he struggled against his hunger.

Suddenly, Qedivar froze.

Two white slits opened within the mass of his being, piercing through the darkness. Body settling into a familiar form, he reached a clawed hand up, grabbing onto the slat of the bedframe. Wood splintering under the force of his grip, Qedivar crawled along the underside of the bed, teeth gnashing as he instinctively sought to satiate the hunger.

Pulling himself onto the footboard, Qedivar swayed lightly as he watched the soft rise and fall of your chest. You were fast asleep, a perfect meal to fill the chasm that had opened up inside him. Hauling himself up, he loomed over you, the rest of his form following his movement to land onto the bed with a soft thump. Qedivar panted softly, salivating at the thought of gorging himself on you.

Unhinging his jaw, he slowly drew closer. The rest of his body covered yours, pinning you down as his cold breath fanned over your face. His form wavered again, mouth stretching impossibly wide down the length of your body as razor sharp teeth filled the entire cavity.

You awoke to a ceiling of countless teeth.