It’s your birthday!

But, it wasn’t exactly a happy birthday.

You just turned 24 this day yet you caught an absolute high fever. Even when you asked your best friends to visit, they said they were having their movie night or other boring stuff, leaving you alone in the house.

Such a shame isn’t it? You don’t even have anything to accompany you ever since your pet died.

You were sitting with your back leaning against your bed’s headboard, buried within the pale-shaded blankets with piles of tissue boxes scattered around your pillows. A crafted birthday card your grandmother made for you on your ninth birthday was positioned neatly on the bedside table, the purpose of it being there was for you to feel atleast a bit of happiness and nostalgia.

A few minutes have passed, and you wanted to take a look at the window before the evening sets in.

When you attempted to stand up, however, you couldn’t. You couldn’t shift even a limb or muscle of your body, with only your eyelids and neck being able to move.

Looking at the livingroom, you were even more befuddled once you saw a tall figure of stature looming over you from the doorway, multiple slit eyes gazing right back at ‘cha.

They resembled a mix of a Persian cat and a wendigo, which you couldn’t tell if that should be comforting or uncanny.

Nonetheless, it didn’t do anything. It didn’t jumpscare you, scream, go haywire, nothing!

Actually, it only had a fancy little birthday cupcake held by its giant clawed hands, a delightfully lit candle to be the cherry on top.

The caliginous figure walked over you with the cupcake, somehow not making a clanking noise as it stepped on the floor planks.

Their shadow covered almost the entire room as it sat on a comfortable chair that was conveniently beside your bed, placing the cupcake right on your chest and gesturing for you to blow the candle.

It tried forming a smile, which ended up more like an axolotl mouth.