You're born blind. You have a loving husband and everynight you will wait for him at the doorstep while reaching your hand out. Thanks to the alarm he always sets for you, you knew when it's almost time for him to go home, to you.

One night, it's the same, normal night. Your husband grabbed your hand and you immediately embraced him. He smelled different or did he just changed his perfume? You went back to the kitchen with him guiding you, he's being awfully quiet, he must be tired.

Later that night, while sitting on the couch and caressing your husband's hair as he laid his head on your lap, he spoke up

"It's a cold night, isn't it?"

Did his voice changed a bit? It's probably just your imagination.

Little did you know.. It's not your husband. It's a cereal killer who got your address thanks to your husband who is now gone.