Weird Neighbor

There was always that one creepy-looking house you would sprint past on your daily walk home from school. But one day, you tripped and fell right in front of the house. You were bleeding. That's when you saw the owner of the house walking out for the first time. He was not at all what you thought he'd look like: he was young and kinda good looking, but that didn't change the fact that you were terrified of him. However, you couldn't deny his help when he called out to you, asking if you were alright.

...

A few weeks later, you're no longer scared of the nice man who took you into his house, cleaned your cut, and introduced himself as Toby. Now, every time you walk past his house, you slow down to wave at him, or even stop by to share a little talk.

One afternoon, when you're chatting with Toby, you mention that you can stay a bit longer today because your parents are on business trips. He seems delighted by this and invites you into his house. You accept happily and go through the front door with him. It looks the same as it did last time: nice and tidy, strikingly different than the outside. You set your bag down and follow him to the kitchen, where he pours you a cup of juice. He then leads you to his little couch in the living room and sits down, patting the seat beside him. "Siddown, kid. Let's watch a movie."

You do as he says and get comfy on the seat. On the TV, he plays a horror movie that you're unfamiliar with but excited to watch.

Halfway through the movie, you're curled up in your seat, hugging your knees to your chest. Your heart twists with fear as you watch the bad guy sneak up behind the good guy, knife in hand.

"AAH!" The sound slips from your lips before you even know what's going on. Right as the good guy gets stabbed, Toby is already grabbing you, pulling you onto him with unexpected strength, and holding you tightly as he starts to attack all over your sides and tummy with the most intense tickling you've ever felt.

"Gotcha." He whispers into your ear with a chuckle.