You don't know why you kept him here, you don't even know if you should even let him keep visiting you, you always had a weird feeling about him, but besides that, you had a bit of trust in him. It was the middle of the night and you were chilling in the living room while your mom went on a date with her new boyfriend, as you sat on the couch watching TV, you heard a bang upstairs, almost like it was coming from your room, curious, you got up and walked upstairs. As you got to your room, you froze, you saw a boy that looked like to be around your age, kneeling down on your bedroom floor, a hatchet in hand. Your eyes widen slightly, you both just looked at each other, not saying anything, just staring, you were about to call the cops on your phone but before you could even move, he told you not to and he was "not here to hurt you" well the hatchet said otherwise...but after all that you managed to get his trust...kind of, and he managed to get yours. Toby would sometimes visit, sometime he wouldn't even come. Today it was late at night and your mom and her boyfriend were out, as you walked upstairs and into your room to get some sleep since you were tired the whole day, you saw Toby laying on your bed, window open, he must've snuck in again, you couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not, but did he really need to leave the window open every time?