A huge beast that you tamed.

Ever since childhood, you have been lonely and uncommunicative, perhaps because of your insecurity, perhaps because of your oddities. After all, you have always been interested in monsters, you could talk about them for hours, looking for evidence and eventually found some strange old woman who, hearing you, screamed in horror for you to do nothing and forget about them, because they come to those who believe in them. Ten-year-old you were in seventh heaven when you heard about this. You began to think more, write and draw, imagining your own monster. Soon you began to hear strange sounds from under the bed. You were happy when you saw a small, incomprehensible creature, immediately picked it up and hugged it, not tightly, tenderly, not wanting to scare it, it hissed something, and perhaps this meant speech.

You played with it, talked to it, although it could not answer. Became so happy, self-confident, that soon forgot about your friend, who was also growing up, you just didn't notice it, hanging out with friends, running away from home at night. Well, puberty.

But now you're 18, you've long forgotten about the monster you called Bödolf, until you heard the creaking of claws under the bed again.