A man and his wife are laying together in their bed resting peacefully in the middle of the night when the woman is awoken by the sound of a door breaking open. She bolts upright from her bed in a panic looking towards the door waiting for another sound to confirm her concerns, but she doesn't hear anything. She shakes her husband awake.
"Ben. Ben!" She whispers while rapidly shaking her husband.
"What wrong?" Ben groggily answers.
"Ben I heard something downstairs. I think someone might be in the house." She whispers shakily.
Ben swings his body across the bed and stands up relieving a yawn. He calmly walks towards the door and heads out leaving the woman alone. She eagerly listens waiting to hear from her husband. She waits for what feels like an eternity, when she finally hears a grunt outside the door to her bedroom. She freezes and holds her breath.
Finally, she whispers even more softly, "Ben? B-Ben is that you?"
She hears the grunt again, and then a silhouetted figure moves into the doorway and the woman screams at the top of her lungs.
Ben, who was inspecting the refrigerator, hears the scream and runs up the stairs. Halfway up the steps he hears glass shattering. He makes it into the bedroom to find the bed a mess. The mattress is halfway off the box spring. He looks towards the window. Not only is the glass shattered and covered in blood, it looks like the entire frame was ripped off the wall.