Stick close together as we go. You never know what may jump out from behind the head stones.
The day began just like any other Friday, nothing out of the ordinary. I woke early and headed off to work. All was going well until I returned home. The plan was to spend a peaceful night at home enjoying my favorite blogs. I poured myself a cup of coffee and settled in for a night of entertainment. Then it happened. It started out faint, just a whisper, mind you. A sound that was barely audible. The more time passed the louder it got. I couldn't take it any longer. Though fear was rising in me, I had to investigate. I had to know.
Are you sure you want me to go on? I don't know if I can bear to repeat it.
If I must.
As I was saying I had to investigate, I had to know. I walked quietly down the steps. The kitchen was dark except for a dim light that shone above the stove. I looked around but could see nothing out of the ordinary. Still the sound grew. Something was telling me to look in the cupboard. I had an odd feeling that the answer to my question could be found there. I ever so carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Oh the horror of it all. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Someone ate my last Reese's. Now the noise from my stomach grumbling in anticipation of that yummy chocolate and peanut butter confection will never stop.