Lone

You wake up in the dead of night. You are hungry.

You slowly open your door, and take a quick peek outside into the hallway. You decide that it is safe to go out. You step out of your room, and creep onto the stairs. A few creaks are heard as you walk down the stairs. You look right and left before deciding to take a snack. You wander into the kitchen, your footsteps are silent.

You can hear the reassuring hum of the refrigerator.

The lights are off and it is darker in the kitchen than the rest of the house. You walk to your fridge, and open the door. The handle feels cold. You pull open the door, and a breath of cold air hits your face, and hugs you. The hug was comforting, yet cold. Shivers crawled up your spine. You take a look at the food in the refrigerator, and you have chosen to take a glass of milk to help you sleep better. Pulling out the milk carton, with barely a quarter of a gallon left of milk, you place it on the counter. You then shut the fridge door, and walk slowly to the cupboard, where most of the cups that store liquid you drink during the day are.

You pull out a small empty glass, and gently close your cabinet door. Then you walk back to the counter where your milk carton is, and take the cap off, pouring in some milk. You feel slight breathing on your neck, and turn your head to look behind you. There's nothing there, but you feel a bit scared. You feel shivers go up your spine. You sigh, and put down the milk carton, and put the cap on. Then you walk to the fridge and place it back in its spot. You turn to go back to your milk, and as you take a look in your milk, you see an eye. The eye is black, and the conjunctiva of the eye is a grayish color, tinted with black. You gasp and step back a little. You start to feel as if you are dreaming.

You quickly turn, and walk out of your kitchen, a few steps creaking. As you step into your dining room, you realize it isn't a dining room anymore. The walls are colored, and the lights are off. There are two tables with little small colorful chairs. There are party hats on the tables in front of each chair, for each guest. There is a green jukebox in the corner. The ground is colored with a small variety of yellow, blue, neon green, and red. In fact, the whole room is. This isn't your dining room. You feel confused, but then you feel a breath on your neck again. A static sound plays from the colored jukebox in the corner, and your vision begins to blur.

Soon, you awake in the dead of night. You are hungry. You frown, thinking back on what had happened. You shrug it off, and decide to take a snack, but this time, just an apple cinnamon danish in your pantry and a cup of water. Sure, maybe it was a dream, but it felt so real. You still feel the coldness of the fridge handle on your hand from the dream. You pull the blanket off of you, and crawl off your bed. Then you walk to your door, and open it slightly, taking a quick peek. Nothing is outside, so you open the door wider and let yourself out. You turn to the stairs, and walk down. Your steps are being followed by creaks. You walk into your kitchen, and freeze. There are the same black eyes you found in your glass of milk in your dream. You carefully walk to your dining room, your stomach grumbling a bit. You decide to ignore it. But this time, it's a red room, and there are the same eyes in the kitchen as there are everywhere. You gasp, and quickly turn back, but the door frame is covered by teeth. Then it bites down, and the same static noise rings in your ear.

The next thing you know, you're in your bed awake. You feel confused and scared. You wonder if it's all just a dream, but it feels so real. You could be seeing things, but then how did you get back in your bed? You just take your blanket off and get out of bed, feeling hungry again, but trying to ignore it. You just open your door, and there are eyes everywhere. You scream, and suddenly a figure runs up the stairs at you. It jumps at you, and you're crying. It has the same black eyes as you had found earlier, and a horrible screeching sound echoes into your ear.