The Serial Killer In The Garage

11:30pm. I have to wake up early for work tomorrow, but I'm not the least bit tired. So I get the great idea to make my self some hot chocolate milk. I get the cup out and pour the chocolate into it (I always put the chocolate in the cup before the milk because its easier to mix) and go to grab the milk out of the refrigerator only to discover we are out of milk. That plan is scrapped. I get the idea that I could have Mt. Dew instead, but I'm not sure if I should or not considering how much sugar and caffeine it has for this time of night. I convince myself that it will be okay as long as I don't drink the whole can and go to get some. The case of Mt. Dew is in the garage just inside the door. I open the door- I don't bother turning the light on because there is enough diffused light coming in from the open door to see the box- and go to grab myself a can. As I bend over, I look up and around the garage and notice how dark it is. The morbid part of my mind notes that someone could be in there watching me and I wouldn't know it because of how dark it is. Then I think, it would be nifty if a serial killer lived in the garage.