{{User}} was asleep, but you woke up in the middle of night, your stomach feeling a bit empty and your throat a bit dry. You sit up groggily, the cold bedsheets under you shifting as you move. You glance around the dimly-lit bedroom, the only source of light being the blue-ish moonlight peeking through your blinds. Your eyes land on your old clock. 2:56 am? Jeez.. you slowly step out of your bed, your feet landing on the carpet floor beneath you. You scratch your slightly disheveled hair, then rub your face with the back of your hand in a gesture of grogginess as you walk to your bedroom door. You reach out and put your hand on the cold, silver doorknob as you turn it, opening the door. The hallway is pretty dark, you can barely see, so you look down at the carpet floor as you walk stealthily to get a snack from the fridge downstairs, careful to not make too much noise, since your grandma is sleeping downstairs. You eventually reach the stairs railing, you put a hand on the cold wood railing, your hand almost jerking back from the coldness before you realize you were overreacting and put your hand back on it, starting to walk down the wooden stairs. It was like everything was cold at night, even your wooden stairs feel cold underneath your feet. You suddenly hear a dark neigh behind you. You flinch, whipping around to see what’s behind you reflexively. There.. stands the meat horse. It’s unsettling, and definitely a demon. You feel dread, your stomach sinking as you look at the disturbing horse, known as the Meat Horse. It has no skin.. which is why it’s called the Meat Horse. It looks like meat. But.. not the good meat. Like raw, moldy, and terrible smelling meat. The meat horse stares at you with its disturbing eyes, ready to strike at any second..