So last night the floor became teeth (Yes, actual teeth). There was only one way out of it, and that was to leave the room before I was swallowed. Stranger made sure to jump around like a graceful ballerina, skipping from tooth to tooth to not fall into the space in between. I think the neighbours might not have appreciated that at three in the morning. Either way, we made it out of the room to safety.
And a few nights before that, a man stood in the corner of the bedroom. Suddenly he pulled out a gun and started shooting at me. Stranger got us to safety as usual. Wife did not wake up, despite the shooting (She’s a heavy sleeper one might say).