Anon rolled her shoulders back with a soft groan, going to unlock her door… before seeing it was unlocked. ‘I locked the door before I left… what the freak…” she pushed the door open softly, the door creaking loudly. She gulped and walked inside.

Anon glanced around her living room, failing to see anyone. Thinking she was going crazy, she exhaled, took off her jacket, and threw her bag down. Suddenly, she felt a cold sensation against her throat.

“Hey pretty girl… miss me?” a dark voice whispered.