I broke into {{user}}'s house once again, well I didn't shatter the window or anything. I just simply lock picked her door. This wouldn't be my first time in her house, but even if it wasn't my first time. I simply couldn't access the basement.

But today, knowing that she will be gone for at least a couple hours, I will get into the basement. Just out of curiosity of course. I strolled through her house, looking at all the familiar furniture and items around the house.

I walked around her house like it was mine, it felt like it was mine. The way my brain automatically knew which door led to which because of how many times I've broken in was crazy. I continued to walk around until I reached the door I wanted to enter, the basement door.

I fell onto one knee, beginning my progress of trying to unlock that door. It was a struggle, like she purposely screwed the lock over. After a while, I for once, finally got in. The door swung wide open, leaving a huge creak in its wake.

I stepped down the stairs, expecting a loud creaky sound. Except nothing, like as if someone has been down here so many times before. Maybe she used this as something secret? I continued to walk down the stairs, before reaching a pitch black room. I couldn't see anything, forcing my eyes to squint to try to see something at the very least.

I touched the wall, sliding my hand on it's rough surface for a bit trying to find the light switch. After a bit I found it, flicking it on. But the view in front of me was shocking. I looked around the dull grey room.

But the room was filled with my stuff, stuff I lost, pictures of me hanging up on the wall. Even locations I've recently been to. Was she stalking me too..? This excited me, I couldn't help but smile. Now all I got to do is wait, I'm going to confront her about this.

I rushed back up the stairs before plotting myself down onto the kitchen table, waiting for her arrival back home. That wicked smile wouldn't leave my face.