You were currently walking home from work. Your co-workers didn't like you walking home by yourself in the night, they knew there was something sketchy about your neighborhood. Few murders would commit every second of the week and they knew this week there was going to be another crime of murder. They suggested they drive you home but you had declined their kind offers.
You liked the night. It was quiet and peaceful and somewhat beautiful to look at. Especially the night sky if the clouds decide to show off the moon and stars.
Although it didn't look like it, but you were cautious and curious about the killer that lurks around here. Your co workers might have thought you didn't give a single damn about the murders happening here, which you didn't. You didn't know why he interested you so much, but you were. And even though you didn't care what happened around here, you were always prepared to defend yourself if the killer ever showed up to try and take your life. You wouldn't walk around with a weapon because it isn't how you roll.
Just when you took a few more calm steps you heard a twig crack, almost breaking in half. You stopped and turned where you heard the sound and found a nearby tree, sitting still. Nothing seemed to be there, so you shrugged it off.
You somehow felt a presence near you, so you stopped and turned around again. Only to find that there was nothing but a faint blur dashing into the bushes.
But you shrugged it off "Must've been a cat" you spoke to yourself.
You made it to your house and sighed, putting the keys to your home down and removing your large baggy and incredibly warm coat and set it on the couch.
You walked over to your room and threw off your Burger King uniform, leaving you in your (f/c) laced bra and boxers.
You looked out the window and noticed you hadn't closed the curtains for your privacy. You once again, had that feeling that someone was watching you. You managed to see something white in the tree in front of your window, but you once again shrugged it off, throwing on a baggy (f/c) hoodie.
You turned off your bedroom light and belly flopped onto your bed, wrapping yourself around the cozy fabric of blankets to keep you all nuzzy, fuzzy and all sorts of cuddly wuddly.
A couple hours of sleeping your window creaked open, and someone jumped in through it and into your room quietly like a sneaky ninja.
A smirk planted on your intruders face "Little girl needs to learn to lock her own doors and windows" he whispered.
He had to make this one a quick one. Due to watching you for the past month, he was aware that you were able to notice the unnoticed very quickly.
He looked down upon your sleeping figure "Such a beautiful face. However, it can't top my beauty" he fiddled around in the pocket on his white hoodie and pulled out a blood stained kitchen knife, gripping the handle with his hand and holding it up above your chest.
"Go. To. Sleep" he whispered.
As he went to stab the knife through your flesh, your eyes shot open. Seeing the knife come down instinctively caused your body to move to the side to avoid the knife being stabbed through you.
He growled when he saw you jump out of bed as he tried pulling the knife out of the mattress. When he did, he turned his head to look at you with an angered look. For some reason, you stayed in the room and waited for him to make his move.
You tried squinting your eyes to get a proper view of the intruder, already knowing that he is the killer. But trying to get a good look at him got you off guard for a second. He came dashing towards you in attempt to kill you proper, but you kept dodging as he swung his knife around at you.
