Thirsty Little Demon

I pored myself a glass of 2% milk and warmed it up. Spongebob drank a warm glass of snails milk to help him sleep, I just wanted to test that theory knowing it was probably not true. Even so, it wouldn't hurt to try.

Just as I pulled the glass to my lips, Bib started to growl behind me. Her legs braced, looking head on into the darkness of the dining room and the entire space of the kitchen became instantly dark where the light didn't touch.

"Bib, what's--"

Normally when I hear the eerie cry of my grandmother's warped floors in the mist of the devil's hour, I simply dismiss it by pretending I didn't hear shit -- convinced that if I ignored what my imagination congered, I'll prove to myself that I'm not a pussy. This normally accurs when I desperately need to pee and quickly run down the halls before the demons got me.

But I wasn't in the confinment of a tiny bathroom where I knew I would be safe..

I was in the wide space of a poorly lit kitchen with every light except for the stove cut off all because I decided to fucking watch horror movies in complete darkness...

Bold move, I know, but I thought, what the fuck, this is practically my house now, I'm in college, I come to home to Gamah every other weekend with my dog, I'm a big girl, I should be able be safe in the dark of my own house without being scared...

But no..

As I'm standing in my undies and skimmpy white crop top under the dull kitchen stove light with a glass of warm milk in my hand and a growling Bib by my side, I begin to worry that the Tooth Fairy from Darkness Falls isn't what's lurking in the dark.

This was something dangerous.

Something sinister...

And it wanted me...

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