Jess (Rich Brat)

The house chosen is a large, detached bungalow on the end of the street. You notice the lights were off, the car was gone and the gate was closed.

Nobody home...you thought.

You crept up towards the front gates, analysing the locking system. Fully electric, with a keypad code to gain access. Fortunately, the gates were designed to keep cars from entering, not for small nimble guys in spandex to hop over.

The door looked easy enough to picklock, something which you had gained very skillfully. You entered slowly and quietly into the house covered in darkness.

Not wanting to make a sound, you slipped out of your trainers leaving just your short black ankle socks to grace the floor quietly. Moving like a cat, you tip-toed into the lounge.
There were large ornaments, decorations and paintings. Whomever this woman was, she was extremely rich. Your hand traced along the ornate fireplace, as your eyes graced upon a photo in a decorated frame. A tall, ginger woman with long straight hair. She was beautiful but at the same time looked mean. Cruel. Almost like your high school bully from all those years ago. A shiver sent down your spine at the memory.

Before you had the chance to steal something, you hear a group of women laughing outside.

Without thinking you dart across the room looking for a place to hide. You enter a new room, her bedroom, and stuff yourself inside her closet, closing the doors infront of you. There you wait your precious fate in the hands of the gods.