Jack woke up that morning, but the instant he did, he plopped back down. His head span and he felt incredibly sick. He looked around. He was lying beside Brad (who was in a similar condition) and saw they were both sprawled out on the disco room floor.
"…Brad?"
"…"
"I'm hungry."
"…"
"I'll eat anything…"
"…anything?" There was no response from Jack. Brad closed his eyes and relaxed as best as he could…until he felt a breeze on the back of his neck…
"JACK, YOU CAN'T EAT THAT!!" Brad sent Jack flying across the room and grabbed his poor, half eaten hair.
"Eat your own hair!" Brad cried.
"But…but…mine's too short… and besides it makes you look gay anyway." Brad steamed.
"I MAY HAVE LONG HAIR BUT I'M PROUD OF IT!!!" Brad stomped off.
That night…
"…Brad? …I can't sleep."
"…Lemme guess…you're hungry?"
"..yeah…hey, what's the clicking?"
"…I don't know…"
"…It's not stopping Brad!!"
"Calm down! We'll just…look for it."
"But Brad! It keeps…clicking…and clicking…and clicking…and-"
"Would you shut up?!?!?!" Just then they heard the clicking falter for a few seconds then start up again.
"Okay…" Brad got up slowly. "Let's just go look for it…" He grabbed a flashlight that was just put there out of the blue for their convenience. They walked slowly down the hallway and into the kitchen. As they approached the clicking got louder…and louder…and louder…Brad began inspecting the cupboards.
"um…Brad?"
"Not now Jack,"
"…Brad?"
"I said, not now, Jack…"
"B-Brad?!"
"WHAT?!"
"L-look behind you…" Brad turned around. A shadow had appeared on the back wall. A vicious monster with vampire fangs, dripping with blood. It snarled as it slashed its giant claws…