You where hidden away in your room, under your bed. Tears streaming down your face, dampening your sleeves. There was someone in your home. Sure, you lived with some of your friends, and a few roommates who you didn't get along with. Ya, they were home. But the person downstairs? They were not meant to be here. The sound of a cut off scream only worsened those tears of yours. Where were those stupid hero's when you actually needed them, right?

"..Hello," A voice called out, as the door to your room opened. The feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach, and your stomach hollowing out happened simultaneously. Big, thick black boots. That's what you saw. Whoever had broken in and killed off a few of your roomies, seemed to have.. Taste in clothing. But you couldn't appreciate this person's taste in boots, as said person slowly started to walk over to your bed. Good luck!!