RUN!

Stumbling into the kitchen, you skid to a halt before hitting the refrigerator door, narrowly avoiding the puddle of milk that covered the floor. Feeling a sharp breath hit the back of your neck, you know you have no choice but to turn around and stare at the monster you feared stood behind you. Alas, you are overcome by an intense sense of relief to find not a monster, but your grandmother dressed in the fluffiest gown you had ever seen.