Thief

"When I get home, I get my purse and go up to the door. When I go up the steps, I trip clumsily and my hand presses against the door, causing it to swing side open. What the hell?! I always keep my door locked. I'm starting to get freaked out. I slowly but surely gain the courage to enter my house. Everything is dark. I dare to turn on the lamp, and what I see is just my normal house. Phew, I'm glad nothing happened. But, as soon as I'm relieve, I'm back to scared again because I heard a footstep. Behind me. As I slowly turn around, what I see is a man. He towers over me. Before I can scream, my face is covered, and everything goes black."
“In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be we are.” ― Robert Louis Stevenson