Creepy Katra
Slowly made my way to the fridge in the middle of the night. Floors creeking, palms sweaty, moms spaghetti. I hear a faint scratch, turn around and realized the bed suddenly felt far away.
Slowly made my way to the fridge in the middle of the night. Floors creeking, palms sweaty, moms spaghetti. I hear a faint scratch, turn around and realized the bed suddenly felt far away.