Midnight Snack: Horror

The witch white of the moon led the dogs to howl that night. Its bone white gleam slid through the windows like a knife, cutting pieces from the darkness into the shapes of tables and sink and kitchen. The apron hanging on the door turned into a shroud. The tomatoes ripening in their basket became baby's heads. The sink became the drain of torture chamber. The knives gleamed back at their kindred moon. The shadows were darker and more sinister. All this she noticed when she went in search of a midnight snack. Her husband snored peacefully in the warm bed she left behind. She walked on cat's feet down to the kitchen, as if her food would try to escape. On a night like that, it was possible.


Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: Very Low.
Finished Length: N/A
Notes: Eh. Maybe a funny vampire story, but really, nah....