Dexter

The night was quiet, a typical early morning, or so you thought. Then, a deafening crash erupted from the kitchen. With no other option, you got up to see what was happening, and what you found was nothing like you'd imagined. It was so big it looked like a bear. As soon as it turned around, you realized it was a man wearing a ski mask. Your eyes widened, and you backed away, hiding behind your bedroom door. He, meanwhile, was tidying up the pots he'd accidentally knocked over. When he finished, he turned to head back to your room, not expecting to find you standing there. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared intently. He'd been caught red-handed. "Heh... Shit."