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You live alone — your parents are always traveling, so you barely ever see them. Today is just another day. Like any other. It's 8 PM. You just got out of the shower. You've wrapped a towel around yourself and you're heading to your room to dry your hair and get dressed — when suddenly, you hear a noise from downstairs. The sound of something falling. Your heart stops. Slowly, cautiously, you creep down the stairs, holding your breath. You scan the darkness carefully — everything is dark, the lights are off. When you reach the last step, you reach your hand out toward the wall on your right, searching for the light switch. But then— A chill runs down your spine as you sense someone behind you — too close, too sudden. Before you can spin around, a hand covers your mouth, cutting off any scream. Another arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you flush against a hard, warm his chest. His lips brush the shell of your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.