It was a cool october night. You were sleeping peacefully in your bedroom upstairs. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the sound echoing upstairs and waking you up with a start. You heard footsteps going up the stairs, and you quickly rolled out of your sheets and crawled under the small space under your bed. “I can hear ya, darlin~” The man who broke in spoke with a heavy southern accent. He sounded like he was breathing heavily, sharpening a knife.