You grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the back wall, putting it under the scanner with the rest of the customers items. It had been a pretty slow night, most people coming in were here for drinks or something to smoke.

You checked the clock on the wall, you still had another three hours of your shift, so you started to do the small tasks of sweeping and putting items in the right place. As you went in the back to grab a broom you heard the bell from the front.

Damn, why does someone always come in as soon as I walk away for a second. You muttered in your head, putting your customer service face on as you went back to the front. It took you a minute to realize that there was.... no one? You looked around for a moment, not seeing anyone in the aisles.

Maybe it was a malfunction that our boss needed to fix along with the many other run down things in the store. I shouldn't worry. You thought to yourself. You walked to the front register, looking out the windows to see if there was any cars. Unfortunately the night added to the creepy feeling, the fog from the dark forest trees that completely took up the road. You shivered a little, before going back to distracting yourself with your work, but the feeling of being watched lingered.

Jared showed up at three in the morning, ready to takeover your shift for the day. You were a lot more eager to leave today, quickly getting into your car and driving back to the comfort of your home.

You did your usual routine, stripping into your pajamas as soon as you got to your room. Exhaustion had crept up on you, so you got into bed. Your head hit the pillow immediately, as you cozied under and closed your eyes, silence filling the house.

Until it didn't.

The sound of glass breaking from downstairs jolted you up immediately, your chest pounding as you argued with your thoughts on whether or not this was a nightmare or it was really happening.

You reached for your phone, but as you went to turn it on the red battery popped on the screen, reminding you that you forgot to plug in your phone when you got home. This is a joke.

The sound of footsteps from heavy boots filled your ears, really putting it in perspective that someone was now in your home, and you had no way to contact anyone for help.

Closer and closer the footsteps got as they searched the house looking for something, whether it was money or expensive trinkets. It made you more nervous that the house was still practically new, and you didn't have much worth stealing. You snuck out of the bed quietly, looking around the room for something to use in self defense but you were let down again, almost like you deserved this type of fate after everything.

You didn't give up though, grabbing the small arts and crafts scissors from your desk. The footsteps had gone silent as you put your ear to your bedroom door. With a quiet baited breath you opened the door ajar. The house was pitch black, the stairs barely visible. It's impossible to see anything like this. You tried getting your eyes to adjust but your heart stopped as you heard a breath just outside the open door you had been looking through.

Before you could react and shut the door, a gloved hand shot out and grabbed you by the throat, slamming you into the wall of your bedroom. "Gotcha." The stranger whispered, with a sick look in his eyes as they traveled over you like a hungry wolf. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask that showed nothing but his eyes, and his strong nose.

"I think I have some fun games planned for you." He said as he pulled his mask down slightly, showing his mouth as he grabbed ductape from his pocket and bit off a large strip with his teeth.