Ben was awoken by a loud crackling noise. He sat up in bed, disoriented, and tried to figure out what could have caused the strange, but oddly familiar sound. Deciding that it must have been thunder, he stood up and walked toward the window. He peered through the blinds, to look for any other signs of a storm, but it was too dark to see anything.
Turning back toward his bed, Ben began to feel the after-effect of the two glasses of water that he drank before going to bed. He walked out of his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him to keep his cat, Lucy, from wandering in, and navigated the hallway in the dim light provided by a few night-lights that were plugged in just above the baseboard. Approaching the bathroom door, he noticed that it was slightly ajar and stopped short.
"I thought I closed that." Ben said to himself.
Assuming that the door must not have latched properly, he proceeded into the room and did his business. While washing his hands, Ben looked in the mirror a