Playing - In progress - maybe work on tonight?

She was rather reluctantly and drunkenly cleaning, when she fell under the bed. Laying on her belly reaching with broom, to sweep the junk out from the gloom. The dim and twilight gloom under the bed in her room.

As she reached further there was a dark mist and the floor fell away from underneath. Under the floor, under the bed. Falling and falling feet over head.

And the blackness had voices and the blackness had eyes, that screamed and raged and whistled and sighed. From the gloom in her room. Under the floor. Under the bed. Falling she was feet over head.

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and then maybe end with soemthing along the lines of

and the kind of the underbed screamed it's your fault that all this junk is lying about and he marched her too the top of the heap of the junk in the gloom under the bed in her room, its time for you to face the consequence, on your head be it or be it on your head and with that he tossed her off the heap and now she is dead.

and then a moralisticee something or other about
so that is why you should always clean your room
never just shove everything under your bed
you don't know what is lurking in the dark and gloom
you just might end up dead