It was late, really late. I don't know why I kept doing things like that to myself, staying up until the waning hours of the night. Yet here I was, walking up my wooden basement stairs in the complete darkness, oppressing my thoughts and obtruding into my mind morbid images and scary whimsical thoughts of monsters.
I chuckled as i reached the top of the stairs; it was ridiculous to believe in fairy tales. I started to shut the door behind me, but just as it was about to close it sprung back open as it rebounded off something squishy. I jumped back, and with horror looked down. A sock was wedged under the door and prevented it from closing. I nervously chuckled and threw the sock down into the basement.
Then it was thrown back, landing at my feet.
I live alone.
