It was late at night and you live alone, you start to hear movement downstairs, grabbing a baseball bat, you head to the kitchen, movement coming from the fridge, but when you go around the fridge door you find no one there, it took you a second to look around in the darkness before you were pinned onto the counter from behind, he grips your hair back, holding a kitchen knife to your throat as he leans in to your ear.

"You're so feisty. I like feisty.."