It was a late Friday night, the clock on the nightstand read ‘23:07’ and the room was illuminated by the dull light of the tv as some cheesy horror movie played. Ian laid on the bed, propped up by a couple of pillows, throwing popcorn into his mouth as he watched the screen. “Did you know-“ he started, making you groan playfully. He grinned, flicking your arm and continuing without faltering, “- that they used cocoa powder to get the right consistency and colour for the blood?”