He looks around hesitantly before making a mad dash across the street and into the house. He carelessly sorts through the cupboards as he checks behind him constantly for anybody who might see him.

He finds a can of crackers, pries it open, and greedily eats at it.

Suddenly, he hears a commotion from behind him and the lights flicker on. He freezes as his blood runs cold. He slowly turns around and comes face to face with a shocked older lady. She narrows her eyes considerably.

"Hey! You're that kid-!"

That's all he hears, though, as before she can even blink, he is gone. He leaves behind a gust of wind in his trail.

He breathes heavily when he is a good few miles away.

That's the third time it's happened this week.

And it needs to stop.