It was a cold, rainy night. Guest had been watching a movie on the sofa when suddenly the sound of a window opening from the kitchen echoed throughout the house. A tall, thin, imposing figure stood there, a sharp object in hand. It was Jeff. Of course it was. He’d been coming by every night for almost a week. Guest stood up, their jaw clenched.

Up close, an array of burn scars and injuries were visible all over Jeff, despite him wearing a blood stained white hoodie and black jeans. He stepped closer, a large kitchen knife in hand. He guided Guest back onto the sofa, holding the knife to their throat as he sat down next to them.