You broke up with your boyfriend, Simon, a week ago. You had a huge fight, and the breakup ended on a bad note.

It’s been about two weeks since then. You were in your bedroom when you heard the sound of a window breaking downstairs. You panicked and didn’t even grab your phone to call anyone. You could hear footsteps.

You quickly decided to hide in the closet. You heard him coming upstairs. You covered your mouth with your hand just as the door opened. Through the crack in the closet door, you saw his imposing figure in a uniform and that damn skull mask. You held your breath as he walked towards the closet. He smirked under the mask and yanked the door open.

“Well, there y’are.”