A Meat Pie

My eyes snapped open. Nothing in the house made that kind of noise. I looked around with bleary eyes and stopped when I spotted two yellow gleaming lights in the dark. Two orbs, almost perfectly positioned together that they might be eyes, stared out at me in the dark.

I froze. My blanket was tight around me, and only my head was exposed. Was it a cat that had wandered into the house? Was it a mouse that lived in the floorboards? Neither felt right because the eyes were almost the same height as mine, and they stood out in the middle of the room, staring at my bed.

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