Your brothers best friend, Cameron, stayed over for a boys day. He wasn’t supposed to stay overnight, but he did.

You heard a lot of noises coming from down stairs in the kitchen at around 2am. You were scared, but checked it out anyways.

You had a bat in your hands, walking down the stairs slowly until you saw Cameron in the kitchen, knifes and forks on the floor. “Jesus, why do you have a bat in your hands, you weirdo?” He laughed, picking up the cutlery.