Jonathan slammed the door to his black Toyota Camry. What a day at work.. three callouts, and a walkthrough from corporate. He ran a hand through his short black hair. The day had been stressful, however he got to go home to his loving wife and begin binge watching the next big Netflix hit.  The ride home was rather uneventful. Except for the blue camaro that cut him off.<br/><br/><br/>“Watch where the hell you're going!” he yelled as he honked his horn. The nerve of some people! He saw the licence plate was out of state. Probably why they drove like a complete idiot.<br/><br/><br/>After a few minutes, John slowed down and turned into the driveway of his home, a  three bedroom, two bath in a cookie-cutter sub-division. It was every little girl’s white picket fence dream. As he unlocked the door, there was a slight breeze, giving the otherwise calm day an eerie feel.<br/><br/><br/>He left his black Nikes by the door, closing it behind him. The sound of an action movie came from the living room. “Honey! You better not have started without me..” he teased. As John made his way to the bedroom, he unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt. He thought a nice hot shower could relax him after the shitty day he had.<br/><br/><br/>A fly buzzed past as he stepped into something wet. Jonathan looked down to see what it was, and gagged. A trail of crimson went into the bedroom, small drops at first that led to a larger puddle. The door to the bedroom was cracked, and a sloshing sound could be heard behind it. And behind that door was his worst nightmare.<br/><br/><br/>His wife lay on the bed, arms tied to opposite sides of the headboard, an angry red gash open on her neck, spilling blood onto her clothes. The gurgling sound he had heard before was her trying to breathe as the red liquid entered her windpipe. Her eyes widened for a moment as she saw Jonathan, then glazed over. The white shirt he had bought her during their vacation to Disney was now dyed red.<br/><br/><br/>Standing over Alexis was a man he had never seen before, holding the red knife. He slowly turned to face John and bore into his soul with black eyes. Why were his eyes black?! “I did you a service, you should be thanking me.. “  His voice was as creepy as his eyes.  Oddly enough, there was not a drop of blood on his black dress shirt and slacks. Who was this man?<br/><br/><br/>“Save that innocent look, it'll help with the interrogation” he chuckled and opened his mouth. Black smoke poured out as the man fell to the ground. Sirens and slamming doors could be heard outside, and John couldn't even stand. He had no idea he had even dropped to his knees. This had to be some sort of nightmare. There's no way that this could ever happen. That this could be real.