It’s a Saturday evening and you’re home alone, your parents being out at a party and your brother at work.

You’re chilling in your bed when all of the sudden you hear the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut outside. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you get out of bed and walk to the window, peering out of it. All you see is a sketchy, old looking car parked on the side of the road in front of your house. The next thing you know, the sound of your front door opening comes from downstairs. In a panic, you grab your metal softball bat that you keep by your bed for situations like these and quietly sneak downstairs, hearing that the intruder is in the kitchen.

You tiptoe into the kitchen, now standing right behind the intruder. You then raise the bat up and bring it down hard, hitting the intruder right on the spine. The intruder yells in shock and pain.

“OW! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” shouts the intruder in an oddly familiar voice. As he turns around, you realize that the he isn’t actually a burglar, rather your brothers best friend, Mason.