"Return to Sender"

Alison lets out a sigh as she takes a sip and then gingerly sets her wine glass on the old mahogany desk. A painting of a lighthouse on a rocky shore stands out against the pale yellow walls.

Sorting through the mail, she is intrigued by an envelope with no return address. She opens it and screams.

A single polaroid falls to the floor. With shaking hands, Alison picks up the photograph and studies its details.

Same pale yellow walls. Same rocky shore. Same vintage mahogany desk. The only difference?

Alison lies in a pool of blood on the floor.