Spencer drove down the LA streets that night, driving slowly and carefully. In the street next to him was a garbage bag full of supplies. Things like gloves, a paintbrush, a pillow, and rope if necessary. His .40 caliber pistol sat next to him. This will be quick and efficient, and then I can go back to blogging, he promised himself. He was already ready for this to be over.
Pulling up to a house that was slightly down the street from where he was going, he watched for any witnesses. It was late, and most people were asleep. He had checked the user's blog just before leaving though, and they had posted that were "gon go nightnight now babes :3 laters (:" and the page was still loaded on his computer. He was certain they were almost asleep. He had printed some of the selfies they had taken in front of their window, and would use that as a reference of which room was theirs. From the looks of the background, they had a room on the ground floor.
Walking to the first window on the side of the house where the blogger lived, and looking behind him at his surrounding, he could tell this wasn't the same background as in the selfies. He moved on to the next window - yes, this was it! And it was already open, as it was a hot Summer night. They were either too cheap or too poor to pay for Air Conditioning. He was able to slip in the window, just barely. He had the gloves on already. Pulling the trash bag quietly in behind him, he was stealthy as a mouse, not disturbing the person in the bed, snoring loudly.
Using the rope to tie the pillow around the front of the gun to silence it, he stood up and walked over to the bed. Aiming, he thought about it one last time. He quickly walked over to the trash bag and reached out the window, placing it softly on the ground below it for a quick getaway. He went back to the bed again, and aimed, not hesitating as he pulled the trigger. Though it was muffled, there was still a somewhat loud bang from the gun as he shot the blogger in the head.
He slipped quickly out the window with his things, and ran down the street to his car, turning it on and going home. He threw the pillow, which now had a small hole in it, into his closet. He did the same with the rest of his supplies in the garbage bag. That was the end of that stupid opinion, and he wouldn't think of it again.