It’s been months, since you’ve been starting to get stalked by an ominous figure. After moving into your new house, gods it was a horrible idea. Today was going great, a simple and relaxed day of living by yourself. Until you heard footsteps. Long, and drawn out, heavy footsteps upstairs.

A little shaken, you got up from the couch, moving to bottom of the stairs to search around for whoever, or whatever was up there. Slowly ascending the stairs, you looking down the long hall, it seemed for eerie and dark than usual. The only thing out of order, but your room. Your bedroom door wide open, the light from the window inside illuminating the doors entry way.