You sit in bed, tapping your nails on the bedside table to the song you have stuck in your head. Bum, bum, tap, tap. You start nodding your slightly to the beat, only realizing that you probably look and sound pretty stupid doing that. "Man, I'm hungry..." you murmur, glancing at the clock. The clock reads 11:58, you might as well get a midnight snack. You get out of bed, jumping at the noise of the creaky wooden floor. Brrr! A shiver runs down your spine as you grab a blanket off your bed. You slowly open the door and peek out to make sure the coast is clear. "I guess I could go for some bread..." You mumble as you turn the corner to go downstairs. When you see a small blur out of the corner of your eye. You start walking down the stairs as you wrap yourself in the blanket since you assume the kitchen tile will be pretty cold. You yawn as you turn the corner and enter the dining room. You pause as you wonder what that blur you saw was. Was it a demon haunting you for not sharing your computer with your cousin? What if it was Satan himself trying to bring you down into the firey pits of heckity heck?! You block those scary thoughts out of your head as you continue walking to the kitchen as you glance at the dining table, "I guess we forgot to clear the table," You murmur as you glance at all the dirty dishes stained from the bread you had for dinner.