TimTam

Windy night. Been dark for a few hours. Head numbed from watching people running around the island. Throat felt dry. Neck, stiff. Eyes half closed, tired from prolong exposure to computer screen light.
Ears picked up a door sound, slamming in the distance. Brother went hiking. Noone else lives in this house. Paused window media player. Sitting still in the dark. Pupils dilated. Ears tuned. Took a bite of TimTam. Silence spreaded. Swallowed TimTam. Paranoid. Hearing things again. Loneliness does that to people. The wind slammed the door?
Getting up slowly. Bedroom door was wide opened. Thought of a hostile attacking by surprise crept to mind. Watched too much hollywood crap. Nevertheless, feet automatically side-stepped towards the far side of the room, circling to see beyond the door. Hand held an invisble baseball bat.
Noone... ahh nutz.
Walking past the door, the noise downstairs became apparent. Brother's friend? but the light was off. This seemed sus. Holding my breath. Slowly crept down the stairs. One hand held up like a pistol. why? dunno. Half a Timtam in the other hand. Stopped half way down. Swallowed TimTam as quietly as possible. Stuck my head over the side of the stairs. The footsteps approached. The dark outline of a tiny bearded man emerged from the dining room. He turned and looked at me.

Oh it was my brother.