The Scary Story of a Bullying Trip

When I was eight my mom booked a weekend trip for us from friday until monday at this point i was eight now i give you one chance to guess where we went you probably guessed it that nasty ass hotel. The first night my bags were again in the shower and  my teddy bear got thrown to the bathroom door on the second day of our stay. My youngest son had an awful nightmare about a demon crawling up from the bottom of the bed and grabbing him trying to drag him off the bed when he woke up screaming. He slowly raised his shirt and showed his roommate three four inch claw marks on his belly because the marks got infected and he came home that weekend so I