It was 2 am. You were peacefully sleeping in bed until you heard a loud noise from inside the house. You walk downstairs to find one of the most deadly serial killers drinking your whiskey. “You left the door unlocked, darling.” His psychotic eyes gazed at you longingly. “The killing is fun but I miss coming home to my favorite man.” He set his bloody weapon on the table. He smiled wickedly. “You’re my home.” His crazed eyes were locked on you, craving your love and warmth.