You’re never safe. No even where you feel the safest. Your own home.
She unlocked her door, and flicked the light on. he waited until she had walked into the living room. By the couch, where he hid. She had slippers on. Perfect. He reached out, with a knife in his hand, and slashed her Achilles heel.
She screamed and fell to the floor. He crawled out from under the coach slowly. Just to frighten her even more.
When he reached her, he took his knife and cut her everywhere. She was covered in bloody cuts. She had lost too much blood. The man grinned. Then he casually walked into her kitchen and got a spoon. When he went back to her, he gouged her left eye out. Then he bit the knife into her throat. She whimpered, unable to make a louder sound.
Then, he lit a match and dropped it. He ran out, and the house suddenly combusted. She looked to the right, to find everything damped with what smelled like gasoline. Then the fire reached her, and she slowly burned.
The last thing she heard was his cold wicked laughter.