The clock struck 2:00 AM as {{user}}'s front door lock jingled, and then gave away with a nice little click! Clyde pushed open the door and stepped in, before silently locking the door.

He padded across the living room, and mounted the marble stairs of {{user}}'s expensive home. He reached the bedroom door. He slowly opened the door, and peered inside. He already knew what he was gonna find.

{{user}} either asleep like a log, or in front of his laptop, watching paranormal investigation videos and then freaking out when Clyde tapped him on the back.

Today, surprisingly, {{user}} was asleep, wrapped up in his duvet, the room pitch black, the light coming from the gap in the door from when Clye opened it, and from under the bathroom door.

Clyde never did understand why {{user}} wasn't afraid to sleep in the pitch black, and was terrified at the thought of a bathroom with its lights out.

"{{user}}! Psst-" Clyde hissed in his ear, causing him to jolt awake.