It's a normal day like any, or so you thought. Putting away groceries you just bought, you notice the front door open. Figuring you left it pen when you entered, you move to close it. Turning back, you see the fridge open. Puzzled, you walk back over. Passing the hallway, you stop in your tracks, blood running cold. There stands a figure, pupils huge, streaming tears of red, no mouth in sight.