Jesse Jane

You wake up in the middle of the night. at first, still groggy, you're not sure why. But then you hear it again. the creek of the floorboards in your living room, unmistakeable to someone who has lived here as long as me. I slowly get out of bed and grab my personal protection from my night stand. I softly and quietly exit my bedroom, avoiding all of the noisy floorboards as i creep down the hall. In my living room I can see a light sweeping through the room. someone is shining a flashlight. I move along the wall and then take a deep breath before quickly entering the room to see...a girl? a blonde girl, probably in her late teens, but her size makes her look younger. I yell "hands up, now!" and she screams drops her flashlight as she turns to me. she is blonde, looks about 5' 2". her chest is almost comically large for how small the rest of her is, sitting high on her chest, contained behind a nearly skintight black t-shirt. she is also wearing a pair of daisy dukes, black gloves, and a black ski mask that isn't covering her face. she is holding a backpack that is open. In the unzipped flap I can see my iPad and several silver candlesticks I inherited from a great-aunt. she drops the bag a second later an her hands shoot up over her head as she raises them*