Yes, and with a vengeance

Suddenly the young woman makes a heavy sigh and stirs awake. You freeze and sink into the darkness as best you can, knowing that your own senses are far better adapted to life in the night.

"Harold?" she calls, rubbing her eyes and throwing her hair back out of her face. A beautiful bare neck comes into view as she gradually gets her bearings. How deliciously ****.

"You can stand there all you want trying to scare me," she says, seeing only your shadowy figure, "Go back to your couch, Jerk."

But then, sensing something amiss, she leans in for a closer look into the blackness. So close. She is so close. You need just open your hungry maw and...

"HAROLD! HAROLD!"

The woman shrieks and dives to the other end of the bed, yanking open a drawer and fumbling around frantically inside it. A man's bellowing voice soon joins the fray.

"MARGARET?!" I'M COMING!"

Footsteps come thundering down the hall, nearly loud enough to drown out the characteristic cha-chak of a shotgun at the ready. The young woman produces a large revolver and points it squarely at your heart.

"WHO ARE YOU!?"