he creeped around your house, his weight making the floors creek loudly. You tried to pinpoint where he was from your hiding spot, shaking and covering your mouth. He used his bloody crowbar to poke at things as he walked, taunting you

“I know you’re here.” he mumbled, his breathing loud from behind his mask

”I know you’re here..” he mumbled again, in a sing-song voice. He chuckled

“What’s the matter…? I’ve been looking for you..” the rain continued to pour, and you heard tinkering in his hands

“Got some souvenirs.” he muttered “some teeth from your friend Stacy.. I’ll leave them here.” he placed them down, then continued walking

“Love this place you’ve got…” he smiled, his voice still barely audible “why don’t you come out, and show me where you are..”

“You know it’s been fun.. bashing your friends brains in.. but now I want to see you.. my dear..” he smiled “Wasn’t able to talk to you in the asylum.. was lonely for so very long.. thought of you every day..”