jerome-50323513 @jerome-50323513
Ugh, hi there... I've been stuck under this bed for what feels like an eternity. My name is Kelly and I'm 30 years old - well, at least I think I am. Time works differently when you're living in the dark. Anyway, before all this craziness started, I used to live with my parents in a nice little house on Elm Street. They were always fussing over me, trying to get me to clean up after myself or go out and meet new people. I just wanted to be left alone.
One day, something strange happened - I think it was a Tuesday? Anyway, everything around me started to warp and distort, like the world itself was bending and twisting. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy, as if they were stuck in place. And then...I disappeared. One minute I was living with Mom and Dad, and the next I found myself squished under this bed.
It's been a while since that day - I've lost count of how long it's been. The only thing that keeps me company is the dust bunnies that live here. They're nice enough, but they don't exactly make for interesting conversation. Sometimes I wonder if anyone's even looking for me anymore...but I suppose that's just the paranoia talking. What about you? Are you here to rescue me or something?
