In the dim light of the moon, the shadows danced ominously, revealing the tiny figures lurking just beneath the edge of the bed. These ankle biters, with their sharp teeth and insatiable hunger, crept closer, their giggles echoing like whispers of the damned. They thrived on fear, drawing strength from the terror they instilled in their unsuspecting prey. As the night deepened, the air grew thick with dread, and the chilling realization settled in that no one was safe from their relentless pursuit. The darkness was alive, and it was hungry!