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bed. Every time she tried to recall what had happened at the supermarket her headbegan to hurt, and intermingled smells came to her, perfume and something rotten and bad that the scent would be able to hide for only so long.
    That night, Mrs. Johnson had bad dreams, but they were only dreams.
    Samuel Johnson’s nightmares, on the other hand, came alive.

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In Which We Learn of the Difficulties Involved in Being a Demon Without a Clearly Defined Form
    S AMUEL WOKE TO FIND there was a monster under his bed. He didn’t just
think
there was a monster under there, the way very small boys and girls sometimes do; Samuel was no longer a very small boy and had accustomed himself to believe that, in all probability, monsters did not inhabit the spaces under beds. They particularly did not occupy the space under Samuel’s bed because there wasn’t any, every spare inch being taken up by games, shoes, candy wrappers, unfinished model aircraft, and a large box of toy soldiers with which Samuel no longer played but which he was most reluctant to get rid of, just in case.
    Now all those objects were scattered across his bedroom floor, and a sound was coming from beneath his bed that resembled pieces of jelly being tossed from hand to hand bya troupe of tiny jugglers. In addition, Boswell was standing on the bed, trembling and growling.
    Samuel felt a sneeze coming on. He tried every trick he knew to stop it. He held his nose. He took deep breaths. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the top row of his teeth, the way that Japanese samurai used to do when they didn’t want to reveal their presence to an enemy, all to no avail.
    Samuel sneezed. It sounded like a rocket taking off. Instantly, all noise and movement from below his bed ceased.
    Samuel held his breath and listened. He had the uncomfortable sense that a very squishy creature was also holding its breath, if it had any to hold. Even if it didn’t, it was definitely listening.
    Maybe I imagined it, thought Samuel, even though he knew that he hadn’t. You didn’t imagine something squishing under your bed. Either it squished, or it didn’t, and something had definitely squished.
    He looked around, and saw one of his socks lying at the end of his bed. As an experiment he leaned down to pick up the sock, then dangled it over the edge of the mattress before dropping it on the floor.
    A long pink thing that might have been a tongue, or an arm, or even a leg, grabbed the sock and pulled it under the bed. Samuel heard chewing, and then the sock was spat out and a voice said, “Ewwwww!”
    “Hello?” said Samuel.
    There was no reply.
    “I know you’re under there.”
    Still no reply.
    “Look, this is silly,” said Samuel. “I’m not getting off this bed. You can stay there for as long as you like. It’s just not going to happen.”
    He counted to five in his head before he heard a sigh from beneath the mattress.
    “How did you know?” said a voice.
    “I heard you squish.”
    “Oh. I’m new at this. Still getting the hang of it. You tricked me with that sock thing. Very clever, that. Tasted horrible. You need to get something done about your feet, by the way. They must stink something awful.”
    “It’s a gym sock. I think it’s been there for a while.”
    “Well, I suppose that explains it, but still. You could knock someone dead with a sock like that. Lethal weapon, that sock. It’s made me feel quite ill.”
    “Serves you right,” said Samuel. “You shouldn’t be hanging around under people’s beds.”
    “Well, it’s a job, innit?”
    “Not much of a job.”
    “Agreed, but you try being a demon of no set form in this day and age. It’s not like I’m going to get work looking after puppies, or singing babies to sleep. Frankly, it’s this or nothing.”
    “What do you mean, ‘no set form’?”
    The demon cleared its throat. “Technically, I’m a free-roaming ectoplasmic entity …”
    “Which is?” asked Samuel, a little