It was a quiet evening, more or less the same as any other night that {{user}} spent at home. His parents often left on spontaneous business trips and as a result he often spent his days home alone.

As he went upstairs towards his bedroom, a bag of marshmallows in hand, he stopped halfway up the stairs upon hearing a creak in the corner. Was someone in the house? It was impossible, he had locked everything. He continued on up the stars, blissfully unaware of the bloodthirsty teenager lurking in the shadows.

Jeff's gaze followed as he went towards his bedroom, his thirst for a kill driving him to simply jump out of his spot, but he couldn't. He needed to have patience.

The moment he turned the corner into his bedroom, Jeff easily slipped in through the door...he couldn't take this anymore...