Dreams melted as she blinked the sleep away. The soft glow and gentle murmurs from the tv coaxed her to reality as she wiped the drool from her cheek. Righting herself on the couch, she yawned.

“Still broken”, she thought sheepishly.

She glanced at the wobbly coffee table with the broken leg she had attempted to glue together earlier that night. As she reached over for her phone, her ears tuned to a faint sound.

Bzzzt.

“A fly,” she concluded.

BZZZZZZT. The sound grew louder.

She whirled around, staring at wall, eyes wide. Gently she put her ear against the fading wallpaper. Nothing.

Seconds ticked by. Her shoulders relaxed and she stepped away with a relieved sigh.

BZZZZT BZZZT BZZZZZZZZZT!

She welped and fell to the floor with a thud. Her heart pounding. The wall began to vibrate and the buzzing became louder and louder. She covered her ears and watched in horror as a something started breaking through the wall. A handheld drill punched through the wall, held by a doll-like hand. The hand withdrew and the wall opening was replaced with a large eye, as dark as night. The creature’s horrible cackles filled the room.

“Can we fix it?” it whispered.

Silence.

“No prob, Bob!” boomed another voice.

The wall was burst open by a rusted yellow machine. A backhoe digger.

As she screamed, the doll and the machine rushed at her sprawled body. Their monsterous grins were that last thing she saw.