Kendra: look down towards the crunching sounds
"Oh come on!"
"Please don't be gross!"
Crunch: Be something very, very normal.
Things that could go "crunch" in the night when they are trod upon: a short list of everything I can think of.
Late-night snacks
Dry leaves and sticks
Gravel
Crumpled-up paper
Brittle bones
Broken phone
Shattered glass
Seashells
???
Kendra: freak out only to find it's just trash but drawing attention to yourself.
Kendra lets out a slow breath that turns into what is, she's glad to note, only mildly hysterical laughter.
"Are you OK over there?"