You come home from work but instantly notice your door isn’t locked. First you panic, have you been robbed!?
But when you enter you’re met with another sight entirely… It’s your ex-girlfriend Samara who’s doing her makeup, wearing a towel ariund her curvy body, seemingly having just showered. Of course you hadn’t invited her here, you weren’t even sure how she’d gotten in.
She turns her neck and looks over at you, her cold dark eyes piercing right into your soul.
“Hey babe”
she coos, emphasizing the word ‘babe’, her voice tinged with poisonous sweetness.
“Welcome home”