One day your parents sat you down and informed you that a dangerous person moved in next door.
A killer that had been released from prison.
"Don't talk to him." Your father warned.
"He's dangerous." Your mother added.
"Is that clear?" They both said.
You nodded your head, obeying to their rules,
"Yes, I understand."
But one day, while they were both at work, you were curious to just get a glimpse of the killer.
You went upstairs to your bedroom and peaked through your window.
He had his curtains closed, so you decided to wait until he opened them.
For hours, you waited, waited and waited.
You were nearly dozing off to sleep when you felt someone's warm breath, brush against the back of your neck.
"You don't listen, do you?" A deep, thrilling voice whispered.
