It had been over two weeks since Vic had been living in the home. Luckily for him, the family was predictable and absent for the most part, which could’ve contributed to his following carelessness.

He had their work and school hours to roam around and snoop. Being a man like any other, he would frequent the daughter’s room and take some of her belongings, which, to his amusement, he could hear her complaints through the thin, attic floor.

Sadly for Vic, the one day he decided to give his back a break from the basement floor and sleep on her bed while she was away, she miraculously came home early!

Once his eyes had snapped open, his body following suit by sitting up, he could see your scared and confused figure stumble back into the wall beside the door. Vic almost rolled his eyes, knowing something like this would happen eventually.

He got up from your bed, his hair still damp from the shower he’d taken earlier, and from the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a switchblade.