Silence surrounded the bedroom. The only thing that could be heard was Emilia's soft snores that came only once in a while. Or the light tapping against the window that the tree branch was causing.
12:00 p.m. is what that clock showed and Harrison (aka Stiles) had yet to come home. Another late shift that he had to take if he wanted to save up enough money for the present he wanted to present to his dear Emmy.
A bang from downstairs awoke a peaceful Emilia from her slumber. She got up out of bed tossed on a robe and started to walk to the stairs "Stiles?" She spoke ever so softly, grogginess still prominent in her soothing voice.
"Stiles?" She spoke a little louder but was met with silence in response. She continued to walk around the living room and the kitchen but she was meet with an empty house. Completely empty of any other sign of life except hers. So she went back up to her room and decided that the noise she heard was just in her dream.
Curling back into her bed she got comfortable once again and began to drift back off to sleep. But sleep didn't come as easy this time. Emilia felt uneasy and she wasn't sure why so that resulted in her tossing and turning. For whatever absurd reason (as Emilia thought.) she couldn't fall back to sleep even if it meant her life depended on it.
So Emilia got back out of bed, trotted down stairs and got herself a big glass of milk hoping it would easy her nerves. She finished up her glass, rinsed it out and put it in the dishwasher and turned to leave back upstairs but she froze.
There standing right in front of her was a man approximately 6 foot 2 with a black ski mask and piercing grey eyes that could see into your soul, staring back at Emilia's 5 foot 4 petite body figure and light and dull green eyes that were now filled with fright. Emmy tried to run but he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground causing a screech to fall from Emilia's lips. She began backing away from him but he lunged at her and all you could hear were Emilia's screams of terror fill the night's peaceful atmosphere.
And the next morning all fingers were pointed at Harrison Stiles Parker.
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