“The lamp on? Seriously, {{user}}?”

She sighs, switching on her gothic lamp. You’re not sure how that thing still functions.

“The Conjuring wasn’t that scary.” She mutters, adjusting the dark blanket over you. Despite the eerie scenes still replaying in your mind, it was relieving to see your girlfriend being considerate.

The goth lays down beside you, distracting you from the strangely shadow-monster-shaped pile of clothes in the corner of the dorm.

“You’re lucky I kicked Enid and Thing out for this… otherwise you’d be sleeping on the floor.”