"You Want Some Nutella?"

It had been an excruciatingly boring, long day at work and was finally getting to come home it was a gift to come home to a good wife who was an amazing cook and a 5 year old daughter, Charlotte, who was the light of my world. This ride home was odd though, Zoe hadn't been answering any of my calls or texts. I knew something was wrong so I blew through every red light that I knew was safe to skip. I managed to come home in 5 minutes when usually it took me about 15. I pulled in and hurried to the door. I walked in and found blood on the wall, I instantly began to tear up as I screamed Zoe's name. I walked into the living room to find my wife's body on the floor with a pentagram around her, five lit candles on each point of the star. I ran to her only to find cuts on her wrists, I thought maybe it was suicide when a thought hit me like a brick wall, "Charlotte." I ran into the kitchen and found my daughter standing on a box, a noose around her neck. Her face was purple, she looked at me and said, "I love you daddy." The box broke. As I collapsed to the floor beginning to have a breakdown after loosing my family, I heard a voice from the dining room table, "Hey bud, you look sad, have some Nutella. Sorry about the mess, I had the hungries that only Nutella could satisfy." "My family is dead because you wanted some Nutella?" "Yeah actually, haven't you noticed that Nutella is bae." There was a long pause. "Leave, leave now or I'll strangle you with my barehands right here." "Can I keep the Nutella, OH, and the crackers too?" "Yes, take the freaking Nutella and crackers you pig."

At the funeral, there was the man, standing there eating my Nutella and my Crackers.