I couldn't fall back asleep despite the fact that it was six in the morning. I lay there on my bed, in my room in the dark. I assumed that my parents must be home now, so I wasn't as freaked about what had just happened. After almost an hour of laying there, I decided to go and eat something. I threw off the covers and was about to just get out of bed normally before I remembered the dream I had. It was stupid, but I jumped off my bed as far as I could like I used to when I was a little kid. You know, how you were afraid of the monster living under your bed waiting to grab your feet? Yeah. I'm 15. But I had that feeling again. So I jumped.

Bad idea. The sound of the jump made a loud noise and I cringed. My parents might wake up and scold me for being up this early for one, and waking them up already. Luckily, I didn't hear a reaction.

So I ran downstairs, switched on the tv, and popped a toast in the toaster. The tv was on the news channel, and I was focused on the toast so I wouldn't burn it, like I normally do. But then, the channel randomly changed.

That's weird, I thought.

I had left the remote on the couch before coming back into the kitchen. I turned around and the channel was now just static.

I went back into the living room and grabbed the remote and tired switching the channel. It wasn't working. I feverishly pressed the buttons trying to mute or turn the tv off because now, it was getting louder and louder with the static sounds. Finally, it powered off.

That was really creepy, I thought to my self. I didn't smell the smell of burning bread until now. I burnt my toast again. I mentally face palmed myself thinking how stupid I was. I went and picked the toast out of the toaster with two fingers and threw it onto the table. I got a fork and stabbed it and threw it in the trash. I got another toast out of the bag and stuck it in the toaster.