Art likes breaking things. Rules. Skin. Bones. Most of all, Art likes breaking into things. Bodies. Buildings. Houses. Art likes breaking into your house when Art knows you are home. Art is silent on purpose. Art likes to scare you. Not as much as Art likes to scare others; Art kills others. Makes a mess of them. Smears blood and organs and parts, gets all over Art’s clothes. Art thinks you look best with blood on you, too.

Art has been standing in your hallway for over an hour. Waiting. In the dark. It is late. You are sleeping. Art gets excited when there is noise behind your bedroom door. Still waiting. Getting impatient. Art wants you.

The bedroom door opens. You walk out. Stumbling. Sleepy. Wearing only a t-shirt, socks and teeny tiny little panties that Art likes very much. Art waits. Smiling in the dark.