It was 8:43pm; the angry typhoon blasted my curtains off the rails, sending them towards my frozen, fatigued face as the fabric smothered me with no remorse. I woke up drowning in black and white striped curtains as I shook the beastly window sheets off, to regain my breath. The menace had spared me but I wasn’t having it, so I hopped off my highly elevated bed and marched towards the window to cut myself from the gales that lurked within the night. Just as I reached over to close the window, I noticed a silhouette figure, laying across the mat I walked over. It was dark so I couldn’t make out what it was and I was too worried to approach it. I was pretty certain this creature gazed into my soul with its invasive stare as two green irises glowed to my every motion, tracking me in my vulnerable, mortified state. If I slept, would it leave me alone?

“...” I thought to myself as the paranoia kicked in and spiraled around my brain, plaguing it with doubt. Even my thoughts were speechless.

I could have turned on the lights to check, but my weary eyes didn’t want to face a lightbulb as bright as the sun and get a small angry mob, consisting of my parents, giving me a right good shouting at. To avoid problems down the road, I tip-toed over and closed the windows to keep what’s left of the heating inside. Now onto the next dilemma, this shadow that’s cuddled by my radiator. My temptation to touch the darkness was driving me wild but I had to pull away. What kind of person would want to touch something spawned from the unknown?

“Meow…” A faint meow echoed so softly as it sounded like it came from the kitchen, where the cats napped at night and impatiently waited for food.

As I slipped my hand upon the brass looking doorhandle, I hesitantly jolted the door open a little bit while I faked a loud snore to mask the sound of me sneaking downstairs, until I remembered something; my torch. I crept back into my blackout room to retrieve the torch but ended up kicking the mysterious entity by accident, which sent a pile of clothes in the air as shirts rained from the ceiling.

“Guess that answered that problem.” Despite solving my dilemma, I wanted to check on my cats still so I snuck within the pitch-black landing, as I scanned for obstacles while clearing the stairs, one careful step at a time.

Finally, I got to the door and opened it slightly to find one cat waiting for me behind it, my ginger tabby cat Tigger. The other one was nowhere to be seen. It was fine though as I assumed my black tabby was outside so I headed back up the creaky stairs, less careful than last time as I climbed into my high up bed to find my cat, slumbering upon the scattered mountain of shirts like she had been there the whole time.

As I stood in shock, my ginger tabby approached from behind and began to meow, demanding food with his rude vocabulary.