It was extremely dark, and as I patrolled the corridors I took care to observe the numbered doors as I passed them, for it was rumoured that Room 120 was not a particularly happy place to be, many guests had departed in a terrible state quoting night disturbance as the cause of their disquiet, and now as I approached that very room I felt the hair on my body begin to tingle, and not with pleasure, for though I do not believe in the horrors of the supernatural, I had no wish to have that view changed; I approached the door and inserted my Master key and immediately drew back, a deathly howl from within sent shivers through my body and though my brain insisted I should enter the room and check for disturbance, my heart cried run, run.

The blanket is too small and no matter how hard you try you can’t cover both your head and your feet at the same time, but it’s imperative that you remember to always cover your feet no matter what, because your brain is the sweetest morsel of all and the monster under the bed saves dessert for last.