Margaret was cutting up carrots for dinner when her husband walked up behind her.

"Hey babe," he says, rubbing her back.

"Aw, Tom. You're too sweet," she says to him, smiling.

"What's for dinner?" He asks.

"Stew, that ok?"

"Just fine." He begins to gently scratch her back, and Margaret sighs.

"Oh, Tom, that kind of hurts. You really need to clip your nails," She says, laughing.

Tom's hands suddenly bend and twist in very inhuman ways, turning into sharp claws similar to knives.

He slashes his wife's back roughly, causing her to scream. He grins, his teeth turning razor sharp as he continues to violently scratch his wife's back until she drops to the ground, dead.