John grumbled as he staggered down the stairs. He scratched his head as he neared the main floor, the muffled screaming barely keeping him awake. He was so tired. And so sleepy…
He grabbed onto the railing, catching himself. He had been both falling and falling asleep. He shook his head, trying to shake the sleep from his eyes, his eyelids drooping along with his head.
There had been something he was supposed to remember…
He shook awake again, finally standing on the main floor. He looked around, slightly confused. The air was silent once more. And, once more, that silence was broken.
He turned towards the kitchen. The sound, whatever it was, was definitely coming from there. John walked towards the area, the screaming, although intermittent, becoming louder and louder.
And, suddenly, he remembered his own muffled screaming. It was a dream he had had, just before waking up. A cloth over his mouth. A sharp pain.
John stood there in the kitchen doorway, swaying slightly, his eyes blurry.
There was screaming coming from the refrigerator.
