The Heist

You know that feeling you get when you know something bad is about to happen? Well this is one of those moments. The warm water on my body washed away the cold sweat from the recent episode of my accustomed nightmares. My apace heart was beginning to beat in a normal pattern. I decided to step out of the shower and changed into a new set of warm pyjamas. It was the end of November so I quickly changed since the bathroom tiles felt like ice blocks.

I couldn't sleep and it was 5 o'clock in the morning so I decided to drink a cup of tea and wait until twilight. I put on my pair of red slippers and shuffled my way to the kitchen.

I made a bee line to the cupboard and pulled out a small silver kettle, proceeding to fill it with water and waiting for it to boil.

I heard a faint rustle. Which is strange since I live alone.

Then again.

Wandering around the house following the small sounds, the hairs in the back of my neck stood up as I heard the noises coming from my office.

Oh shit. There's someone in my house...