Literature
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Off in the distance I heard a bloodcurdling scream; it sounded an awful lot like Jamie Lee Curtis, and I wondered why someone was watching Halloween or Prom Night or whatever at such a volume when all I wanted to do was get some sleep.
I rolled over and pulled my pillow over my head. For some reason, the screaming didn't stop, the way I was pretty sure it did in those movies. Grumbling under my breath, I sat up, blinking tiredly in the morning sunlight that overflowed from behind my blackout curtains, and reached over to poke my boyfriend. If I was gonna be forced to be awake so soon after going to bed, so was he-- miserly loves company, or