Y/N stared at the window with a kitchen knife in her shaking hand. Beads of sweat were rolling down her panicked face.

Two minutes ago, she heard someone knocking at the door. When she went to open it, no one was there. Y/N turned around, and saw someone trying to open up the window. That's how she got herself in this position.

"H-Hello?" She called, her voice barely above a whisper. Part of her wanted to run and hide, but the other part wanted to step closer. There was something about the situation that made her oddly excited.

There was no answer or any noise at all. If there was someone there, they were either waiting for her to investigate or they already left a few minutes ago.

Y/N didn't want to risk it. She quickly ran over to the window and locked it on both sides. Her heart started to beat slower until she calmed down completely.

"What the hell?" She whispered to herself after setting the kitchen knife back in the sink. She didn't even know what just happened. One minute she was making herself a midnight snack, the next she's almost killed by someone coming through the window.

Y/N made her way up the stairs, not bothering to look back down. What she didn't see was the figure in the corner of the kitchen, waiting for her to go back to bed.