You sit comfortably on the couch, browsing reddit on your mobile device.
The doorbell rings. It's 9:00 - why would anyone come to the door right now? Curious, you lift yourself off the couch, walking towards the door. As you open it, you see a FedEx truck in the corner of your eye, trailing off into the distance. "Probably the wrong house," you think to yourself. As you go to check the mailbox to see what the delivery man left behind, you then realise that it is -40 degrees Celcius. "Damn, maybe I should aquire a coat." You rush towards the rack mounted perfectly on your wall, with three very different coats hanging neatly from the knobs. You pick your favourite coat of all - the fuzzy black one. As you rush to your door, you realise that -40 degrees Celcius is far too cold for a coat to withstand. Disappointed, you hang the coat back up carelessly, ruining the nice display that was your coat rack. You jump into bed and fall asleep, only to think of what could possibly be in the package.
Your deep sleep is disrupted by a thundering shake from outside. You rush downstairs to see what could have possibly caused this quake.
Thomp, thomp, thomp, thomp.
You see it through your door. You see it. The creature that was supposed to be a myth, that was only in the children's books, that was only on the TV commercials. But no, this is real. You can feel it. You pinch yourself with hope that this is just a dream, but to no avail.
In agony, you rush towards the bathroom door and lock yourself in. It is in the house now. You pray to the lord to spare your life. You hear the deafening stomps, as you tear up, knowing this is the end.
Your door breaks into millions of little pieces. The jar of red blood-like liquid that has aided many children's thirst stares you down with it's jet-black pupils.
"Oh no, no. no. Oh no."