Such a beautiful morning...stretched and yawned, then walking towards the kitchen with eyes half opened. As usual, i have a glass of milk and toasts for my breakfast. THen i saw this the door of fridge...



What the?? my mug hit the ground and fortunately, it did not break. Thousands of questions shot through my mind like darts!
Have i been staying with a psychotic all these while? What's in the fridge? A dead body..of who?? SHould i open the fridge? Is she framing me and involving me in her 'murder'?? My housemate's never the type to joke around like that...

Everything freezes just then