Not caring that the sounds of your shoes are making loud slapping noises against the floor as you run, you head quickly over to one of the alcoves and yank the cat-sized lamp out its socket. In the same speed, you make your way over to just beyond the centre of the room, and you cling onto the porcelain lamp as the snuffling gets louder.
Many fierce, and scary, thoughts slip through your head as you stand, feet apart, and nervous.
What could it be? you wonder as the doors are pushed open by two giant hands. Suddenly, by the look of those hands, you know exactly what kind of monster you are expecting.
What are you expecting?