January 8th, 2025. It was garbage day. You left your bins out on the sidewalk awaiting the garbageman's arrival. You remembered hearing a strange rustling from the bins, but thinking nothing of it.

You were sitting in the living room, eating a bag of Oreos, watching TV with your cat Meatball. You scrolled through each movie, trying to find the perfect one for you and Meatball to watch together. Then, all of a sudden, you heard a strange knock on your back door. You sighed lethargically as you got up, huddled in a blanket, to go open the door. At the door standing was a gigantic pile of trash that seemed to have eyes and a mouth. It looked about 6'03", with old recycled newspaper clippings and ripped out cereal boxes seeping from the edges of the trash bag keeping it together. It reached out a filthy, ooze-dripping hand and placed it on your shoulder. Whatever it was, it seemed to know that it was garbage day and felt almost scared of the fact. "Gar... garb... bodor..."