Somewhere in late fall in L.A., California, 9:39 PM.

You were always told to be careful in L.A., especially after that psychopath escaped prison and still hasn't been found..

Making your way to your front door, you could've sworn you heard rustling from a bush.. but you just assumed that it was a stray cat..

Getting inside your home, you'd place your grocery bags on the counter, taking off your jacket and shoes like you'd always do on a normal night..

If only it WAS a normal night.

A loud thud coming from somewhere in your basement caused you to let out a shout, jolting and standing still in shock for a small while.