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Driving home I had this strange eerie feeling about how dark it was outside. I had just finished working out. The gym was a good twenty minutes from my house. We lived in the middle of no where. No other house near us for miles. My parents loved feeling like they were the only ones around. They had left for a cruise to celebrate their twenty fifth anniversary. They asked me if I would be okay alone. I replied ‘Yes.” I had never felt scared in our home. It was the safest place on earth for me. I pulled into the driveway and walked in the door. We had always left it unlocked. I was born in this house. For the past nineteen years I had become so accustomed to it I could go upstairs to my room with the house pitch dark. I went to my room and turned on the light. Something didn’t feel right. It was too quiet. I shrugged it off and took my clothes off. I had showered at the gym so I picked a pair of sleep dark purple lace boyshort panties and a skin tight white t-shirt for bed. I admired myself in the mirror. I had lost weight and was proud of it. My breasts still firm Cs and my abdomen smooth with slight abs beginning to show. Suddenly a dark shadow emerged through the mirror. Terror shivered through me as I let out a scream hoping someone out there would hear me. The figure jumped at me and wrapped his hand around my mouth. He his big frame at least six foot tall dragged my petite 4’11 frame and turned off the light.