Loop

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The neon lights on the alarm clock blinks away at 06:59 as the sound rings out in the room.

Grunts of the Middle-aged Man are heard from under the covers as his hand reaches out and slams the alarm off. The man gets up gingerly and scratches his messy hair as he takes a few steps to reach the mini fridge just past his bedside table. 

He opens the door to take out a carton of milk and yawns before downing the dairy goodness- or so it was supposed to be. 

His face scrunches as he frowns at the sour tinged milk, but he drinks it anyway without much thought.

Soon after, his stomach grumbles and he feels a sharp pain. 

"Oooh..." the man whimpers as a sudden stab in his stomach gets him close to crouching on his knees. "Oh, that milk... oohh."

He runs to the bathroom door, grabs the handle and, unexpectedly with a slight resistance- opens the door only to scream as he is buried under a mountain of centipedes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The neon lights on the alarm clock blinks away at 06:59 as the sound rings out in the room.

Grunts of the Middle-aged Man are heard from under the covers as his hand reaches out and slams the alarm off. The man jumps up in bed, feeling slightly disoriented-

huh... I feel like I had a bad dream.. But uh..

He is unable to recall the dream, however, he could feel his heart beat stronger than he normally would.

He shrugs off the uneasy feeling and scratches his messy hair as he walks over to the mini fridge just past his bedside table. He opens the door and grabs a carton of milk and downs it in one go.

 "Oh that's nasty!" he exclaims as the milk left a sour taste in his mouth. Feeling a slight sense of déjà vu, he stares at the empty milk carton.

Soon after, his stomach grumbles and he feels an immense sharp pain. "OOOH!" the man yells as the sudden stab in his stomach gets him crouching on his knees.

He struggles to get up and runs to the bathroom door, grabs the handle and, the unexpected resistance giving him a sense of unknown familiarity- opens the door only to scream as he is buried under a mountain of centipedes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The neon lights on the alarm clock blinks away at 06:59 as the sound rings out in the room.

The Middle-aged Man shoots out of bed drenched in sweat and panting. 

Something's not right. 

He shuffles over to the kitchen and takes out a carton of milk from the refrigerator and checks the date of expiry.

It's not expired. Good. It's all good. It was just a bad dream.

He repeats it in his head as he eats his cereal breakfast. 

However, as he goes to the bathroom he hesitates. He's scared even though he tells himself it was just a dream, but as he closes in on the door he hears something inside- scurrying, crawling. He breaks in to a cold sweat, hands trembling as he grabs the door knob. 

The Middle-aged Man opens the door and screams.

-End-