Day 948

As its gaze swept the house from side to side it made a mental note of which traps were likeliest to go first and what parts it would need to replace them. For instance the thumbtacks underneath the door handles would be the first discovery but its stockpile could replace those a hundred times over for now.

Next would be the rotten floorboards underneath the plush carpet that would collapse under any weight more than its mere 25lbs. The poor person caught in such a trap would find their limb (probably a leg if they were full grown or maybe even their entire lower half if they were younger!) not only covered in splinters but wedged into a wooden brace that it could tighten until their bones shattered.

If the people got past the floorboards it had strategically laid about the house they they'd enter the dining room where the eight chandeliers were all rigged to drop when something big moved underneath them. It meant that it could go about the place perfectly fine (in most rooms at least) while the people would be dead within a week, or more realistically a day.

It stood in a corner, on top of the kitchen cupboards where its beady little eyes could view everything. The open floor house was everything it could ever have dreamed of and all it had to do from there on was wait until people came to inhabit the newly built home. That's when the real fun began.