[ WP ] [ CW ] Write a happy story that turns into a horror-story with the last sentence .

Man, it's good to be back! It's been over a month since I last laid eyes on my home. I walked inside, but I knew no one was there. My wife was out shopping with our toddler, Adam. I walked into my bedroom to get changed, and noticed that the blankets had changed color... Again. Last time it was purple, but this time it was a deep red, almost as if it were made of pure red satin. I called my wife as I walked into our closet to continue changing. She answered with a warm `` I assume you're home'', `` Yeah!'' I responded, and continued `` I like the new color, by the way, anything is better than purple! How's Adam doing?'' `` Adam should be there with you'' I heard the confusion in her voice. `` Also, I did n't change the color of our blankets, they're still purple.'' Suddenly, I got a sick, foreboding feeling in my stomach. I exited the closet and stepped over to the other side of our bed to see the body of our five year old son, covered in his own blood.
