Safety is only an imaginary feeling. One may possess a sense of safety, of protection, of freedom, and yet, wickedness has a means of trespassing in unexpectedly. Glory McGuire thought she was finally home. She imagined she was safe. Little did she know that her flourishing life would soon be interrupted by a constant barrage of terror. The silhouette is black in the moonlight. She sees the gun. There is no escape and nowhere to hide. The terror begins with the taunting cards, the bloody knife, a dead cat and blood in her condo belonging to someone else. She knows she is about to die. The memories of his hands pressing down on her throat, guaranting her death, still appear in her nightmares. Safety was just in her imagination She is about to die.