What a /great/ thing to come home to. Rose had spent a day at work, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Long, painful day, honestly. And here she was, looking at blood trails all over her floor. She could faintly here James laughing, and she figured he heard the door. "James, this isn't funny anymore!" She called, somehow managing not to cry. "James!" She called again. Suddenly, the house was silent. She turned, stifling a scream. Was that body there a minute ago? "James!'