It was a Sunday night, but like many other Sunday nights for timothy, he was busy in the basement, blood covered... filthy. Timothy stared at the body laying on the floor in content, his masterpiece.. so beautiful. A calm smile graced upon his pale features. He couldn't help it.. he just had the urge to ... Kill. But it was too late to clean up this time. The one he loved was already standing at the door, glaring at Timothy in horror. He shuddered. Rising to his feet with a wobble. "You're not supposed to be home this early." He stated matter of factly, the dripping knife dropped from his grasp as he stepped forward slowly...