You were walking home at 1:47AM on a Thursday, happy the week is almost over From afar you spot a man, with angel wings and a creepy smile, his gaze never leaving you, piercing through your soul, he had left the alleyway, you thought he left so you went home, you watched TV while relaxing on the sofa, just to hear rustling behind you, you look behind you to find...that same man, looking around as he loved there or something, he was looking through the fridge