Sometimes I get bored. Very bored. Sometimes I get so bored that I start sending my friends handwritten letters. One particular series of letters gradually descended into a crazed rant about a Lovecraftian monster that lived in my shower drain. The being eventually took over my body and started writing the letters entirely in Latin. The final letter was just a pile of torn and burned pieces of paper shoved into an envelope.
…I was very bored.
Last night I was in the kitchen
eating out of the fridge straightening up and heard a noise. It was a scratching noise that sounded faintly like an animal. Convinced there was a mouse behind the fridge, and that the dark spots underneath were droppings, I started to investigate. Unfortunately the spots turned out to be coffee beans I had spilled a week earlier.
But then today… in the bathroom…