It was the dead of night, and you had just gotten home from a long day of work. The time had to of been at least 11:43 PM, close to midnight. When you entered your main room, you tossed your keys on the small dresser beside the door after locking the door up and flicked on a light, dragging your sore feet across the hardwood floor as you made your way to the kitchen to find something to chow down on before bed. But, once you got there, there was… a figure. A man.

The man was dressed completely in black clothes, a hood over his face as he was rummaging through the fridge. When you entered the room, he’d turn his head back to you with slightly squinted eyes. Under the hood, however, you could see a familiar face...