The recent move to British Columbia had been a bit of a hassle, what with the moving truck disappearing and all your stuff going missing for a day. Now you were decorating the whole thing, moving a couch into a corner for the living room. You sighed, leaning back and rubbing the sweat away from your head with your hand. You hear a creak from upstairs but think it's just the heat making the house adjust. That night, while you slept in your poorly made bed, you were being watched. You couldn't help but wake up, being a light sleeper wasn't always easy. You groaned, tumbling yourself out of bed and you went down stairs to the kitchen for some water. You were half asleep, before noticing someone behind you...