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It wasn't strange for people to lock their doors and windows in this day and age, even out here this far in the woods. Never knew what knife-weilding maniac or drug-addled speedfreak might barge right in to steal or do far worse damage to the occupants. Of course, there were those that forgot- and on a night like this would prove to be difficult for their senses of privacy and well-being.
It seemed monthly now there was a string of missing pets, cabin break-ins that left homes in wild disarray with nothing of real value taken. Occupants swore they hadn't left their homes or even recalled anything wrong on those nights, simply waking up in the morning to find their homes wrecked, muddied and anything not nailed down to be damaged and ruined. Usually chalked up to bears and forgetful summer cabin owners but there was always something off about this particular theory.
Of course they wouldn't remember, that was the beauty of this inborn "curse"- people would dismiss the sight of a beast ransacking their homes.
Easy targets. Easy meals. Tonight was a little different for the would-be intruder, however- still a week or so off from a full moon but an empty stomach still drove them to break into the first open window that night. A small and scrawny form, guided by the promise of food and some fun found it easy to pry open the window to slip on inside.