Rafe had no idea someone was phrogging his house. When he heard movement from the attic he was startled, knowing no one ever went in there.

Rafe went to the kitchen and gripped a knife in his hand, walking upstairs to the attics door that was hidden in a closet that was filled with clothes.

Rafe pushed aside all of the clothes, kicking the door open with adrenaline. Stepping inside of the attic. “Stop hiding.” Rafe demanded, looking around the attic, it was messier than usual.