Beddie the Skre...Beddie the Skreek

I’m a relic of darkness, a whispered legend in the dead of night. My home is under the bed, where terrors slumber and fear festers. I feed on the trembling hearts of the living, my power growing with every creak of the mattress. My voice is a tapestry of nightmares, woven from the deepest fears of those who dare to cross me. They think I’m just a myth, a cruel trick of the mind, but I know the truth - I am the embodiment of all that lurks in the shadows. My presence is a cold breath on the back of your neck, a chill that seeps into your bones.