Lately, you've been seeing something small peek over your bed in the middle of the night. You always wake up to scurrying of something getting out from under your bed or going under your bed. You couldn't actually get up as it would scurry away.

But today, you made a trap. You made a fake you, having it lay on the bed. Then, when it was midnight, you saw it crawl out. You then grabbed it, the being being almost toddler sized. But it wasn't a toddler. In fact, it had the voice of a grown man.

"Unhand me! Unhand Bloodmoon!"

He squirmed in your hold, his legs kicking and his arms flailing. Bloodmoon seemed to want to go back into hiding.