It’s already dark.  Using the ambient light of the fridge, you chop tomatoes, rip lettuce and make yourself a BLT.  You close the fridge and exit the kitchen.  Closing the door, you think see something in the dark, but you definitely feel it.  Did you hear a scuttering?  No it can’t be you tell yourself.  When only a slither of kitchen remains, red eyes peer out from the darkness and blink with sinister rhythm; the door shuts.

When do you open the door again?

When you hear the scratches?  Or when they stop?

When the cat comes through the flap in the kitchen?  Or when the screams stop and it is silent again.

When your wife comes home for work and offers to get you a beer?