Whereabouts

He stood up and from where he lay on his bed when he heard a noise coming from downstairs. It seem faint and like whoever was making such a noise didn’t want to be heard.

Carefully he walked to the door and took in deep breaths to calm himself and prepare to attack who might have broken into his place.

He was really trying his best to remain quiet when he existed him room to go downstairs so he could see who was that.

The movement he heard earlier stopped and he wondered if the person heard him and decided to leave so quickly he moved downstairs but still maintained quietness as he went down.

When he was downstairs he looked around the quiet and darkroom to see no one there and a frown etched his face as he wondered if he was delusional to think that someone broke in here when in fact it looks the same as the left it.

Well, except for the fridge that was left slightly opened and a bag of chips he remembered not putting when he retired to go to sleep last night.