I would enter your home at night.
I would make just enough noise as to wake you up, but not enough noise to make you feel like there is a problem/intruder.
I would slowly creepy up your stairs, purposely creaking on some steps just to make you too scared to move, though your still have too little evidence to make a move or call for help.
Whilst you lay in your bed, rigid with fear, suffocating yourself in an attempt to quiet your breathing, I will make my short, deep breaths heard.
First, I will creep into your parents room.
You can hear them breathing, softly but just enough to let you know they're alive.
I silence the breathing.
You feel the cool sweat on your fingers, the heat rush to your head; you know something's out there, but you don't know.
Assuring yourself everything is okay, you see your door slowly shift shut.
You are confused, and try to assure yourself it is just a gentle breeze, pushing the door away.
As you roll back to sleep, you hear a soft, quiet belch sound.
You try to listen again, as you can not be sure of yourself.
Rolling back to listen further more, you see a pair of eyes staring back at you.
The panic sets in, you are too scared to move but you know you must in order to survive.
I walk slowly towards you, but appear to have no weapon at hand.
You see me draw up my hands, over my head and behind my back.
A rush of adrenaline fills your body.
With immense force, I strike forward a machete, only for you to back away just in time.
You look down and see your bed sheets covered in blood.
Hands holding your stomach with a tight grip, you look to see who has decided your fate tonight.
As your last breath escapes your mouth, and your body tilts slightly forward, with your eye you catch the face of your murderer.
You can not believe your eyes as he takes another step closer.
For the man who has just killed you,
The man who struck a machete through your stomach,
He who murdered and ate your family,
His name...
Is John Cena!