One cold winter night, sixteen years old Rose Johnson was home alone, as her parents had gone out to dinner. It had been snowing all afternoon,but recently stopped. After studying for a while, she decides to relax a little. She finnaly had the house to herself, she makes some popcorn, gets a nice warm fuzzy blanket and smuggles under it to watch one of her favourite movie. In their lounge the t.v is positioned a few feet in front of the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard.
By midnight, Rose's parents are still not home, she begins to feel uneasy but refuses to call.
Suddenly, her eye catches a glint of light from behind the television and right there just outside the glass door was a crazy-eyed man grinning maliciously at her and holding a long narrow blade in its left hand. Terrified, the girl panics pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless by her side and calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car less then a block from her house. In a matter of seconds two officers on the scene and Rose tells them about the armed man
The police look for him everywhere but nobody was there. The officers were about to leave but they noticed wet foot steps behind the couch where Rose was sitting.
Rose didn't see the man outside, in the backyard. She saw his refection as he was standing behind her.
