****.

I found an entry, all right. Some bloody good it did me. As I was skulking around the driveway, the door of the house OPENED.

Who was on the other side but Ebony’s mother. After some quick thinking, I said that my name was Biff. Too late did I realize that Ebony now hates Biff. Ebony’s mother, though, apparently thinks that the two are still deeply in love, so that allayed her suspicions.

I guess my dark ‘mugging/burgling’ clothes were mistaken as goffik. Ebony’s mother definitly doesn’t approve of this whole ‘goff’ thing, but I could care less what she thinks at this point. I mean, I am going to kill her daughter.

It’s going to be really tough on this poor woman. She actually seems a decent sort. I have no idea where Ebony gets it from. Another teenager trying to be edgey to make up for poor social esteem, I imagine.

But I digress. Regardless of family status, Ebony has gone too far. I cannot let my pity for her mother cloud my mind.

Maybe I don’t have to kill Ebony. Maybe I can scare her out of it. Only for her family, you realise. I would gladly kill her in a heartbeat.

In addition to that, I forgot to pick up any weapons on the way here.

As I prepare to head up the stairs, I wonder what horrors await me.