CORRIE

I opened the door, my heart raced.

"Oh God." I hissed, someone was really in my house. Did they have a spare key or they picked my lock? I was going to figure that out.

I quietly shut the door behind me and bolted it. Slipping off my shoes, I placed them to the side along with my bag. Tiptoeing toward the kitchen, sweat trickled down my face as I reached for a knife.

The lights flicked on, and I spun around, knife in hand, only to come face to face with a familiar figure wearing a cocky grin. Letting out a deep sigh, I lowered the knife and...