He could not be more absorbed in the screen. As usual, your daily dose of horror stories are winnowed, just before sleep. A little atmosphere, all the lights off. Then think of something else to sleep at ease. Something, perhaps more cheerful.
-Lyzzy. You scare me she said the cat stroking against his feet, he walked around under the desk and purred Come on, out. Go to disturb papa and mama.
He read on. In silence, until dawn.
-Lyzzy ...
The faint rose against his ankle, he became a squeeze. Something was holding. A hand. The slower way, I leaned back. Two bright spots at his feet. They are watching him. They saw. We devoured.
And darkness consumed.
What about your feet?