Creatures of the Night

The horror she's been through is unbelievable. If she
doesn't quit now... Well, let's just say that I refuse to let her
out of my sight for a long time to come.

It would appear that bats and vampires were not the only creatures of the night. My turbulent thoughts of late had turned me into an insomniac. Little had I known that on one of these nights, my insomnia proved to be a blessing rather than a curse, especially for "her".
It was one of those surreal nights- I was thinking too much, and the more I thought, the more I came back to that one word.

2 o'clock in the morning is not a time one would expect one's front door to be making a significant amount of noise. Yet that's what was happening- the front door was being pounded on... non-stop.

There were only two of us in the house, and neither of us asleep. We first tiptoed towards each other's rooms, then boldly (and I use the term loosely) made our way downstairs to see who had paid us a visit at such ungodly hours. Our imaginations played havoc with thoughts of ghouls, vampires, homocidal maniacs... or worse, a drunk lunatic.