The lights are off and the doors are locked.
Perfect.
I pulled out an old credit card and slid it through the door handle and it gently squeaked open a sliver. I slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside. There is no one in sight. I creeped inside and started quietly digging through drawers.
This person owns a Ferrari! They must have something worth pawning.
I hear a refrigerator door open beside me. I froze. He yawns very loudly and pulls out a carton of milk. He places it on the counter after he shuts the door. He drank a gulp and froze. He quickly leans over and flips on the light switch. I punched him in the chest before he could say a word. He drops to the floor as I breathe heavily. I looked at the stone in my punching hand and sighed.
Dam that feels so fucking good! Everytime I kill I feel so empowered that nothing can stop me! Hmmm nice watch.
I took his wrist watch and put it into my pocket which is filled with many more.
Lucky number 7.