"The room shifted and sent a shiver down your spine. Dismissing it as the usual creaks and groans of an old house, you burrowed deeper beneath your blankets."

"Then came the sound. A soft, rhythmic scraping against the floorboards beneath your bed. You froze. The scraping stopped, followed by an unsettling silence."

"A wet sound echoed in the stillness. It was close. Panic surged, but morbid curiosity kept you rooted to the spot. Slowly, you peeked under the bed."

"There, nestled in the shadows under your bed, was an eye. A single emerald eye that pulsed with an unnatural light. The sight triggered a primal terror."

"A glistening, inky tentacle, thick as your arm, unfurled from below. It twitched, testing the air, its tip brushing the edge of the floorboard with a squelch. Then, a voice, a collection of whispers, resonated within your skull."

"Don't be afraid, little morsel. Tell me of the secrets of your world." "The creature twitched again, tentacles slithering closer."