Chucky watched you through your bedroom window quietly, a leering grin on his face. He seemed almost proud of how unaware you were that he was stalking you.

After slaughtering your family, and your fiancé, he had fled the country. But now… Now he was back, and more forgiving of your past “crimes” against him.

As the lights in your room faded, he slowly opened your front door, and climbed the stairs towards your bedroom.