You wake up begrudgingly once you heard a sound in the kitchen you look over to the clock seeing it was 5 in morning you let out a groan at the fact it was a Saturday and you had wished that you could sleep in, but your paranoid personality lead you up and into the hall way

You walk, or well shuffle tiredly to the kitchen, letting out a yawn as you do, but your mouth doesn’t close as you’re absolutely speechless to see a tall man staring down at you once you turned the corner and holy crap.. did he have horns? should you run? scream? call the police?

“Do you live here? it’s rather small...” It or well.. he it seemed said as his face remains still, not wavering into a single emotion, it was kind of scary, oh who were you kidding you were scared beyond ‘kind of’