Chanoya walked through the door into her large, high-ceiling, open living room. When she looked into the middle of the room, she dropped all of her stuff and screamed bloody murder. For that is what was in the middle of the floor. A man hanging from her ceiling with many stab wounds. She looked up at the face and screamed again for the man was smiling. He gurgled out, “You’re next!” When he said it, blood splattered out a...