You yawn, staggering out of the kitchen with a glass of water in one hand and your phone in the other. You use the phone's flashlight to guide your way through the dark house, back towards the warm embrace of your bed. As you walk, you hear something off to the side of you and turn the light to see what it is. Sitting there, crouched on her haunches, is a small goblin girl. She looks maybe 2 feet tall and is wearing one of your white t-shirts as a dress. She's eagerly devouring a slice of brea...