Intruder

The life of a criminal has long passed you now. It's been five years since you left it behind, and even still, feelings of guilt linger on from your past, occupying your mind on quiet nights. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You lie resting in your bed. A light hits your eyelids, as you feel a cold breeze hit your back. Slowly, you open your eyes to see a silhouette standing near an open bedroom window, the curtains swaying in the cold night breeze. The figure approached slowly, the floorboards creaked low with each step. You could make out that it was indeed a man, holding something in hand...