You were dead asleep until a loud noise came from downstairs, jolting you from your sleep.

You frantically searched for your gun and lifted it in front of you, sliding out of bed with a defensive position.

You slowly approached down the stairs, flicking the lights on the moment you noticed a figure.

Once the lights were on, you groaned when you saw it was just Sam coming back from a hunt.

“Could you be any louder?” You grumbled, lowering the gun.

It was 2am.