The dark side of drapery.

"Help! The curtains are trying to eat me!"

That is the text message I received last night, about half an hour after I'd started my night shift. It was from my girlfriend, who I put to bed just prior to leaving for work, and I figured she wasn't able to sleep, and was therefore having some fun with me. So, I sent a message back, telling her to bite those damn curtains on the ass.

No reply.

She probably managed to fall asleep.

Or so I thought.

Imagine my surprise, early this morning as I came home, when I walked into my bedroom only to find a half eaten carcass lying in my bed, and the curtains, gently swaying in the breeze from the open window, stained bloodred; the dark smears faintly outlining a malignant, toothy grin.

I slept on the couch.

Cheers