You finally managed to drag yourself through the front door, after a long shift at work, and collapsing on the sofa, the aroma of your comfort space filled your nostrils with its familiar scent. There's no place like home, especially after a long day. After cooking yourself a meal, and watching a bit of tv, you begin to feel an uncomfortable quiver run up your spine. As though someone was watching you, lurking somewhere in the darkness. Pausing the tv, you rose from your spot on the couch, silently creeping your way through the kitchen, and that's when you saw it. A figure, standing at the porch, the thick forest frozen behind him, his face covered by darkness. You scream, darting to the emergency phone that sat on the counter to dial 9-1-1, but only to find it destroyed. A large knife piercing the small screen of the land line phone, you stared at the damaged phone while color drained from your face. Whipping around to look out at the porch again, instead of being met with a man outside it, there was a lump, that lump looking most familiarly to a body, while a puddle of blood slowly pooled by it. Your hands clamped to your mouth when you saw the sight, only for you to freeze when you hear footsteps come from the hallway. Another man stepped in, this time taller, broad shoulders, shaggy black hair, with narrowed golden eyes.