The Sleep Deprived and the Grumpy

The digital clock on your phone glares back at you: 12 AM. Another sleepless night stretches ahead. Groaning softly, you swing your legs out of bed, the silence of the dorm room broken only by your quiet movements. Your new roommate is sound asleep, thankfully. Slipping on a jacket against the late-night chill, you decide to do what you can't do lying down: explore. The door creaks as you open it, a loud protest in the otherwise silent hallway. You wince, quickly slipping out and pulling it shut behind you. The dimly lit corridor stretches ahead, eerily quiet, and a familiar feeling of unease settles in your stomach. Halls at night always give you the creeps, a dreadful sense that something might jump out. Suddenly, your heart lurches. Lying sprawled on the floor of the corridor is a body.