#ur an amazing writer friendly neighbourhood cryptid

[stealingpotatoes]

As you sit curled on your sofa, blanket over your lap and a good book in hand, a chill curls down your spine. It's late at night. Most of the lights on your street are out. Funny, you could have sworn that those streetlights were on a couple of minutes ago. You shake your head, dispelling all negative thoughts, and return your attention to your book. The clock's ticking starts to hammer itself into your inexplicably racing heartbeat. The chill curls down your back again, this time stronger. And... was that a knock at your front door? Ever so soft, but unmistakably a knock. More nervous now, you slowly put the book down on the coffee table in front of you, forgetting to place the bookmark in its abandoned pages. The blanket slides off you as slowly stand, and pad silently to the door. You take a deep breath, and decide to go for it. Anything could be out there. You open the door. No-one is there. You look all around, but no sign of life stirs anywhere. A chill floats down your arms, and you hug them to your sides. But... wait... what's that on the floor there? You bend down curiously, still keeping your eyes trained on the dark, lifeless street. It's a box of chocolates, and - a bunch of roses? As you look closer, you see that the words 'Happy Birthday' are engraved into the chocolate box lid with... what appears to be a sharp, sharp knife. The edges of each letter are suspiciously red, but the chocolates look delicious. You then inspect the red roses, or, now that you see them closer, the white roses painted red. They smell metallic and cloying, with only an underscent of natural rose. Nevertheless, they are beautiful. As you turn your back on the unlit street, you feel... something... watching you and whip your head around. Of course, nothing is there. You let out a deep, shaky breath and step inside, gifts in hand. You lock the door behind you, just to be safe. And on your coffee table, next to your half-drunk cold coffee and your discarded book, is a beautifully penned note that reads, 'Congratulations on 10k! Love from your friendly neighbourhood cryptid <3'