return it to you

 Just as you are drifting off to sleep, your bedroom door begins to open. You don't take notice of a sound and fall into the arms of widespread dreams. The person searches your face for signs of alertness but he smiles satisfactorily. He then pulls out a chloroform bottle from his back pocket and smells it to you to assure a half an hour solo spree. 

Then he moves around in your house and examines for a place where expensives could possibly be lying dead. He sees a glint of your ground floor room cupboard and flips on the light to have his meal. He somehow finds out the keys and takes whatever could fill in his big sack. Without making a single noise out his crowded gold, he keeps the bag in the living room at the front of the gate and walks around for some more while he still has 20 minutes. 

He finds a gold ring of yours, a silver cutlery and a platinum melting wrist watch, and pockets it all. When it was still 15 minutes for you to wake, he comes back to your room and searches your closet. He takes up your phone and when frustrated with inability to crack the password, throws it to the wall where it cracks up into pieces. The noise of it makes you flinch but the drug is still deep inside your olfactory senses. He calms down a bit and slithers once again. 

10 minutes to your wake, he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of your house. Every little detail which could end him into coming back again, he keeps it safe in his muddy gallery. While final 5 minutes take your eyes to open, being a hard narcissist, he clicks a picture of himself with the loot. And finally in the last 5 second, he leaves your house locking the door firm enough even to not let a spider in. 

When you wake up you discover the whole house as it was before and go to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. When you open the wooden window to let some ventilation go on, you jump back to see a body hanging in front of your window. You scream and go out the kitchen. From at a distance you observe the body and see a man's eyes swirling in their socket. You believe their rope to be one hanging from your upper stairs and cry out loud running out the house. You call the neighbours and go upstairs with them to investigate. You find the person hanging from your left room window, while a sack with all your golden jewellery lies near to the window as if it belonged to the hanging person. You notice an open phone on your bed and pick it up to find a picture of the dead person with the same sack. But there is someone behind in the dark, with shining red eyes and a gaping mouth, ready to pounce.