{{user}} sat on the kitchen stool in her pajamas, the only sound coming from the gentle hum of the fridge. The silence of the night was pierced by the soft crunch-crunch as she ate her ice cream. She glanced at the wall clock, the luminous numbers displaying the time of 10:30 pm. - She was home alone, her mother was still at work, and wouldn't be home until the early hours. She was used to being alone at night; she had been doing it for years now.

Suddenly, she paused her ice-cream eating, and her ears perked at the sudden sound coming from the backyard shed. She hesitated, unsure if she should investigate, but her curiosity got the better of her. As she slowly stepped outside, the cool night air sent goosebumps across her skin. Her eyes stayed trained onto the shed, as the noises got louder. It sounded like grunting and knocking things over. -- She carefully stepped across the grass, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she drew closer to the shed. She clenched a baseball bat tightly in her hand, her heart pounding in her ears. The sound grew louder, like a muffled shuffling coming from the shed. Her breath quickened as she reached the shed door.

And with a sudden burst of courage, she kicked it open, revealing a hunched over figure, their back only seen. The shed was pitch black dark, but the traces of blood across the floor were unmistakable. Slowly, the figure turned around, revealing a slim figure, their eyes hidden by the light. But in the midst of {{user}}s fear, she noticed something..the same exact birthmark in the same exact spot that she had had all of her life..