Ok, the last one met an untimely death with an overdose of genre hopping and thread breaking. I think we should try again with only two rules. No Sci Fi and no Children's books. Here we go: The house was absolutely beautiful and so clean. Actually, it was the cleanest house he had possbily ever seen. The floors were gleaming old hardwood and everything seemed as if it had just been scrubbed and polished. It was what he would call spotless. The aromas of fresh cut flowers and and fresh baked cookies filled the air along with a hint of something else. Maybe it was the scent of bleach. He wasn't sure but with all the windows and doors open and the breeze gently blowing the cirtains the smells all seemed to blend together. Above his head was an old light fixture. It was perfect hanging there in the hall. It had several small bulbs in it. What he couldn't see was one tiny dot on one of the bulbs. One tiny red dot; the color of blood.