Then the two figures let off of him and left while he just stayed on the floor. He got up and moved back to his bed to lay there and relax after this event. Next thing he knew he was waking up again into total darkness this time. Even though he was awake he stayed on the bed facing the ceiling and wondering what could possibly happen to him next. He didn't make it a point to stay to himself, but that's the way things seemed to work best for him. Why would it be that these objects came to him and were looking for something of his?

He swung his legs to the side of the bed to get his feet on the ground and get up. As he placed his feet on the floor an image flashed in his brain of the figure still under the bed and grabbing at his ankle. This thought made him quickly react and raise his knees to his chest to get his feet of the floor. He looked down at his hard wood floor for any signs of this figure's black wirey hand. He saw nothing, so he put his feet back down reassuring himself, but still being scared. He then went and flipped the light switch, and his dim overhead ceiling light came on. He sat back down on the bed and put his elbows on his legs and rested his head in his hands. He couldn't believe all that had gone on. His eyes watered up a little bit, but he didn't get teary eyed. He shook his gave his head a shake in disbelief and then forced himself to get up and move on. He wanted to make his way downstairs back to the kitchen. On his way down he turned on only some of his lights keeping it dim in the house, but not overwhelmingly bright. He got to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. He stood there in the dark kitchen, staring into the refrigerator not seriously looking for anything, but more or less just poking around seeing if anything tempted him. He saw some chocolate pudding, but that didn't really interest him at the time. There were a few pickles left in the jar floating around in the pickle juice. And a few other scraps. He had a big refrigerator, which made it look like it was half-empty with what was in there. He stood there looking over the stuff a few times and then shut the door to go poke around in the cabinets.

There were some grapes on the counter top that caught his eye and he grabbed the bowl of them and some apple juice and walked across his tan carpet and sat down in the lazy-boy chair. In the chair laying next to his thigh was the remote for the tv that was in front of him. He picked the grapes off of the vines and popped them into his mouth and washing them down every once in a while with a swig of the apple juice. After he had picked all of the grapes off he was still wanting a little something more, so he went to the cabinets,grabbed the chips, and went back to the lazy-boy chair. As he opened the bag and set it by the other thigh he dug his hand in and grabbed some chips and all the while looked down at the remote for the tv and pondered on whether he'd actually be able to find something on the old boob tube. But his peripheral vision caught something on the floor. He turned his attention down towards his feet and saw a little sand hill. Looking at it he thought that it looked like an ant hill. But what would an ant hill be doing on his floor? And sure enough it was, because there was a crowd of ants around it. On the outside of the crowd was a line of ants moving in. He got up and followed the trail which led to his straight right towards the kitchen table, then left towards the wall. The line continued up the wall where he then stopped looking, turned around and headed towards the kitchen. He went towards the back where the tub-like sink was and reached beneath it to grab a can of Insecticide. He was planning a mass genicide. He unleashed the nasty smelling spray on the little buggers, but they weren't dying. He sprayed until the can was empty, and nothing seemed to be happening. This called for more drastic measures. He went and put his shoes on and then returned to the scene to discover they were gone. He picked up the can of spray in a befuddled manner and took it to the garbage can in the kitchen.

When he came back and sat back down in the chair with his chips he then noticed that the ants weren't gone, they were now by the outlet by the tv, ant hill and all. Along with the ants there were a large number box-elder bugs, mainly on the wall. He also noticed a much larger number of them on the ceiling. There were some now just above him on the ceiling. He didn't have any idea of what to do about them, so he decided to get up and sit at the kitchen table to see what would happen as he watched them. The ants concentrated on their hill, while the box-elder bugs didn't seem to have any purpose but to annoy him. As he watched the one's already on the ceiling they were now also coming out of the lazy-boy cushion. Knowing that he had just gotten up from there this creeped him out. They appeared to be moving towards him, and the bulk of them that were above the ant hill were now hovering above it flying in a group that was coming towards him.

He started to flail his arms to swat them away, but they wouldn't leave him alone. As more and more surrounded him he began to become agitated by this and tried to get up from his chair to get away, but ended up falling backwards off of the chair. He laid there thinking that maybe he could avoid them by staying low. As he laid there he looked forward and saw that the ants were now on there way over. They were near the opening at the bottom of his pant leg and were heading straight in. He nervously leaped up and started to shake his pant legs out. And then had to begin swatting the box-elder bugs again. He made his way for the stairs to head to the door and head outside. He ran up the stairs and as he neared the top the black figure turned the corner from the stairs few stairs that made there way to the middle floor.

Without knowing what to do he tried to make his way around the figure and go for the front door instead. As he was hopping from the last step to the middle floor he felt his legs being grabbed. His legs came together and this made him trip and fall face first right in the doorway. The figure was the perpetrator of this and was on top of his back holding him down and covering him and trying for his face. He managed to make his way up and head for the door once again only to be stopped again.

The figure was trying to do the exact same thing again. They tugged and rolled on the floor before both making it to their feet and battling.