(You've been living on the streets for about a year now. There's a snowstorm on the way and you hide in a house that you assume to be abandoned to wait it out.) You get no warning, no sound of footsteps or anything. One moment you're standing in the dark entry hall of the house, and the next you feel your chest and skull being forced against the wall, with something sharp pressed against your neck. You hear a soft male voice speak.

"Hello, precious. I think you're in the wrong house."