The loud Clatter of trash cans being banged around woke me up with a start. I sighed "Racoons" they have gotten into my trash before but I never did anything about it. I've always been to much of a tree huger to harm furry critters. Eventually the clamor settled and I Oozed myslef back into slumber.

But then I shot out of bed. I could have sworn I heard someone walking around in the next room. My heart sank as the lights in the hall turned on.

Quickly with my heart pounding in my chest, I sprinted for my bedroom door and turned the lock. I snatched up my baseball bat and prepared to bash the teeth in anyone who came trough my door.

There was a dark figure that cascaded it's shadow under my door. They were breathing heavily as they jiggled the knob to try and open it. "Who are you?" I yelled. I could hear the figure run out of my house, turning off the lights on their way out. I calmed my nerves for a few minutes by taking a few deep breaths before heading out into the rest of my house.

I knew the first thing was to call the police, which I did promptly. I checked all my valuables and noticed that nothing had been stolen. Then the booming sound of an officers fist hit my door, "it's the police" the police man said from outside.

I answered the door and the police stared at me with a scornful look. "Sir, Do you know anything about the dead girl that's been stuffed in your trash can".