I'm stuck. Someone was here. I couldn't see it. But I knew it. I was watching a movie, like I do every Friday, when I heard it. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. “She is here,” he would say. I hurriedly grabbed the weapon I had in the closet, which unfortunately was a bowl and the remote control. I look down at my (supposed) life-saving weapons. and I moan. Right now all they have to do is do. Remembering my location, I slowly walk towards where I heard the source of the voice, the kitchen. answer.There it is, no, there it is. A man approximately 6'1'' tall, dressed entirely in black except for a pure white mask tied lazily around his face. His age, I can't say. "Oh! Hi darling,'' he replies in a deep voice. Well, maybe around twenty. “What are you doing here?!?” I ask, lifting the bowl and remote above my head. Then I realized, a couple of seconds too late, that my choice of weapons wasn't really going to help me in combat. “Oh no! You have a bowl! I'm so scared!'' he chuckles. “Please, honey, do you think you can challenge me? my sleeve. As he digested the fact that his shot had just failed, I rolled towards him and punched him in the jaw. Injuring myself immediately the punch. I think I took more damage than him. “Not bad for a girl,” he chuckles, rubbing his jaw. While he took care of his face, I also took the opportunity to jump on the phone and call the police.” Wait! NO! You don't have to do that! Come in peace and I won't hurt you... maybe. I shouldn't cause a commotion,'' he... !" I roll my eyes. "You might have found a clue," I begin. "But they don't lead to anyone." He suddenly looks rather disappointed. "How about we start thinking about who might have done it? I think it might be James. That guy is creepy (which earned me a disapproving look from Alex). I mean, he was staring at me the whole time we were in the elevator. He might as well have been..." "Matthew," we both growl. Matthew Smith Grenzger has always been our enemy. I don't like the way he talks, walks, or anything else about him. I hated him the moment he was entered our school, pretending to be the new kid. He may seem innocent, but he has a cold heart. The feeling is mutual. It must be him,” I spit. My hatred for him suddenly surpassed the size of Asia.