Was it the dark? Was it the tranquil that filled the air with an eerie feeling that sent chills down your spine? No one could determine whether or not what lurked in the dark. If there was something there, it fled before it could be discovered. This night was no different than the last, it became increasingly difficult to stay still. The day was exhausting, yet there was no rest once it ended. Who in the multiverse did you piss off to gain such agony?

Perhaps a cup of water would help. Or milk. Augh. It was utterly frustrating trying to shut your brain off. Without warning, there was a creak. That couldn’t be anyone in your home, then… who? Before you could even stir, something brushes against you. The material was hard to decipher. A flicker in the darkness of the room, that’s when you’re met with a— skull?

How is it floating? You feel your blood run cold from the absurdity of the anomalous nature against science itself.