I jog up the staircase as the ebony-pressed vinyl with a ruby red center lays soft between my fingertips. I reach the top of the stairs and kneel to place the record on its garish black player. Silence envelopes my home as all you can hear is the LA traffic coming from the street. I place the needle on the record as “Just the Two of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. soundly fills the silence, I lay in. I suddenly feel a nearby presence befall me. I turn and quickly see a shadowy figure duck behind the top of my staircase, or so I thought. I simply brush the suspicion off and calmly walk downstairs.

I head to my kitchen and open my argent-colored fridge. I soon begin to lose myself in a daze staring into my fridge as I am briskly brought back to reality with a tap on my shoulder. I quickly turn around as my house lies empty with no one there. I swiftly walk through my house in a panic looking for someone or something. I  stop to look around as my back faces the basement door. The basement door quietly creaks open as I slowly walk backwards unaware; my nerves have turned to fear. I am suddenly gripped by the back of my shirt and pulled into the darkness. My heart drops as my stomach feels like a bottomless pit.

I hit the coarse pavement as I shakily try to catch my breath. I squint my eyes as the sun blinds my sight and my mind as I don’t see or know where I am. As I adjust, I turn in every direction and jump off the ground as I realize I am on the balcony that hugs my home. I rush around, corner after corner till I stand in front of the biggest window outside my house. I glare in confusion as I see a dark figure rush around the inside. I soon put my face against the window and cup my hands over my forehead to get a clear view. I see myself jogging up the staircase with an ebony pressed vinyl with a ruby red center laying soft between my fingertips.