As the final zombie fell, it was decided sleep was best. Wife and kids on a weekend trip, the dad and husband was currently neither, just a man going to bed.
From the corner of his eye he saw it. A beast in the shadows. Eyes catching the light of a street lamp, the beast looked hungry.
His pulse raced. Flight or fight he had one choice.
He charged the monster with all his might.
The eyes belonged to a stuffed animal placed atop the living room’s now broken lamp. After the fight, he swore off late night horror movies.