I pull into the driveway form another late night. In enter the house to find all the lights are out, as usual. My wife must be in bed and asleep. It's Late and I'm tired, so I figure I might as well go to sleep too. I don't even bother turning on the lights anymore, I can navigate my way around the house blind. Besides, I don't want to wake the wife. The bedroom door creaks as it opens and I inch my way to the side of my bed and crawl in. I move close to my wife and wrap my arm around her.

I know she is asleep but I some how feel her embrace me as I hold her. I slowly drift off to sleep, with the love of my life in my arms.

I slowly begin to wake up when I find that my wife is no longer in my arms, or in a bed of that matter. I open my eyes to see her entire side of the bed is covered in blood. I panic and look to the floor to see bloody foot prints and drips of blood leading out of the room. I frantically get up to follow the footprints and search for my wife. 

As I approach the door, I decide to take on last look at the room. As I turn around I see my once beautiful wife sliced open and mutilated nailed to the wall behind my bed. Beside her, painted in blood were the words, "thanks for holding me, but maybe next time you should turn on the light when you come in."