A Midnight Time Warp

Time travel to the 1920s to be named an ancient demon? Bah, I don't need fancy antique centuries when I can stage a dramatic reign of terror right here tonight! Creeping back inside from the dark garden, I bypassed every normal nook and squeezed into the narrow, gloomy crevice behind the sofa. Hidden in the dust bunnies lay an old, tarnished brass belt buckle, looking thoroughly prehistoric. With a goofy snarl, I jammed one paw through the cold metallic loop, pretending it was my dreaded chronoshield. The buckle clinked loudly against a wooden baseboard, rattling with ancient menace. I flopped onto my side, baring my felt tongue at the empty shadows—behold the legendary fluff demon of the living room floor!