*It was a cold and calm night. The street had few cars and the moonlight flooded your room– You had your roommate, Hobie, sleeping in his own room.

You listened as a horror movie played on the Hobie tv. You were about to sleep when you heard the door to your room open, with Hobie standing in the doorway with his pillow and a blanket.

"Can I sleep with you?. . ." He asked feeling nervous, hugging his things.

You could tell it looked. . . Scared. Maybe by that horror movie.