(This is the sequel to 'Laugh or Die' cos Ernaline proposed that I continue the story with challenges.)

I woke up to feel a weight pressing on my chest. It was complete dark.

My first groggy thought: Which idiot brother put a dumbell on me again?

I tried to push the thing off my chest. It stuck to it stubbornly.

Then it dug claws into my ribs.

Wait. Claws?

Reaching for the flashlight that I kept in my drawer, ( I like to be prepared should my siblings try to prank me) I turned it on.

The thing perched on my torso was . . . undescribable. Let's break it down.

Eyes - small, beady and vulture-like,

Nose - none. Bears a resemblance to Voldemort, if Voldemort was squat and pudgy and wore a diaper.

Mouth - a creepy slash from ear to ear. (I'm telling you, when people say they smile from ear to ear, there's nothing nice about it.)

Ears - long and pointed, located on the top of its head.

It was buck naked except for a diaper that sagged a little dangerously. Like a demon diaper baby.

I did the natural thing: I screamed. I pushed the thing off me and scrambled for the door.

'Mooom! Daaad!' I yelled, running into their room. I shook my mom. She didn't even budge. The same thing for Dad too. I blame the alcohol amounts they drink.

Behind me, the demon baby waddled into the room and fixed its hungry eyes on me.

It pounced onto me. Heavier than it looked, it managed to knock me to the ground. I desperately squirmed out of its grip and ran out of the room, the demon baby waddling at frightening speeds behind me.

Think. Is there any weapons in the house? I racked my brain.

Broom? Fire extinguisher? Didn't Grandpa keep a whole locker of guns and knives?

Right. When he moved away last month, he brought them with him.

My family had a safe with the label 'IN CASE OF DANGER, OPEN' and I found it in the storeroom. There was a numerical lock.

And I didn't know the combination.

As I struggled with the lock, I heard the demon baby growling behind me.

I turned around to feel something heavy land on me. The wind was knocked out of me and I fell to the ground, the safe clattering out of my grip.

I scrabbled for anything. Anything to hit the demon baby with. As two pudgy hands curled around my neck, my fingers curled around something cylindrical. I gripped it tightly and twisted my torso backwards to face the demon baby on my back. Without seeing what the thing in my hands was, I plunged it into the demon baby's neck.

Instead of a bloody murder, the demon baby broke into tendrils of mist upon contact with the object.

And standing before me was someone I'd hoped never to see again.

'Hello! I'm surprised you didn't die! Hermes grinned. 'May I have my wooden stake back?' Hermes was going for Hugh Jackman's Van Helsing look.

'What? I looked at the thing I was holding as Hermes turned on the lights. Indeed, I was gripping a wooden stake - the Dracula kind.

'Um, sure.' I handed it back to him. He took it and slipped it into his satchel.

'I needed it for hunting. Besides, don't count it as a favor. I placed that diaper demon there to see how'd you react,' he continued brightly.

'Whaaat?'

'Don't worry! It was just an illusion in your mind. It doesn't exist.' he assured me.

'Since I recorded all that, consider the debt paid. I won't disturb you anymore!' he said as he disappeared.

Well, that line was all I needed for a good sleep.