You've heard of the murders happening in your town. Finishing up your shift, you go home, locking your door just in case. You sigh and beeline straight for the bed.

"You're finally home... We've been waitin' for ya." A nice voice echoes in your house, freaking you out.

You run to the front door, holding your keys, yet was blocked by another figure. "Where are ya goin?" He says holding a knife in his hand. Oh how fun, you're their next target. Hopefully you'll look nice on the news.