one late night you are up in your room. You've got music playing. Your at your desk, scribbling in your journal.

after a while you hear some noise downstairs, you being stupid, go investigate.

you walk downstairs and start flipping on lights. As your searching you go into the kitchen.

your about to flip the light on, when from the darkness of the kitchen you hear a deep, raspy voice speak,

"I wouldn't do that, mortal...bad idea.."