A trich monster story

The Trich Monster

Judy had been lying in bed, trying to go to sleep for quite some time.
It's not that she wasn't tired, it's just that she had a lot on her mind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hot feeling on the back of her neck.
Judy thought that if she lay very still and stayed very quiet, he might
think she wasn't there. Maybe he'd just ignore her. But the more poor
Judy focused on being still and tried not to think about him, the more she
ended up thinking about him, and the closer she felt him coming to her.
Her scalp twitched a bit. There he was! Quick! Judy knew she had to
stop him before it was too late. Just in the nick of time, she focused on
her fingernail. Judy knew this wasn't going to work for long; she'd never
get rid of the Trich Monster if she pretended her fingernail was more
important than he was, he'd never believe that. If she was going to get
rid of him, she was going to have to find something completely different
to focus on.
She turned on the lamp next to her bed and picked up a book she'd been
reading. It was a book about horses. Judy loved horses; she often
dreamed about them. She felt that they were beautiful animals, and
besides they didn't care if you were haunted by the Trich Monster.
People, however, did care, and they'd often pretend they weren't disturbed
by the presence of this phantom, but they were. No one was more disturbed
by it or wished it didn't exist more than Judy herself, but alas she was
stuck with herself. Reading didn't seem to be helping.
Without knowing it, he'd been breathing down the back of her neck; Judy
discovered her hand back there rubbing and scratching at the irritated
skin. She quickly realized she had to stop right away, but it took a few
reluctant seconds to overcome the impulse. Judy thought she could
outsmart him, but she always seemed to fail. If she wasn't careful, he'd
show up and leave again, and she'd never know he had been there except for
the hair he had shed on the floor. He'd come unconsciously, not
involuntarily like a beating heart, but illusively like a foot tapping to
music. He came consciously at times too, when Judy unwittingly called
upon him, wanting a reliable old friend, the only one she could count on
to bring her comfort.
Then the Trich Monster was right there with Judy. She didn't mind
it really. He was tough to live with, but he always came through for her
when she needed him. "Hello, old friend," she thought, "glad to see you
could make it. What stories have you to tell? Is that so? You cause me
humor!" Judy was satisfied inside. She wondered why she couldn't feel
like this all the time. But then she was struck with a mighty blow. The
Trich Monster had won! He had taken over once again! All of Judy's false
hopes and delusional self-control had disintegrated. With everything she
could muster, Judy bellowed out with fists clenched, (((ĦĦSTOP!!)))
Judy was then very exhausted and, being thoroughly sickened she'd
ever met the Trich Monster, fell very deeply asleep.