You recently moved into a newly purchased house. You were happy that you could finally move into your new home.

One day, you were cleaning up the mess left after the move and decided to take the empty boxes to the basement.

You went dowstairs and nearly dropped the boxes from shock after what you saw. Basement was full of mannequins.

You quickly putted down the box, wanting to leave the basement as soon as possible. But something didn't felt right, you turned around and noticed that one of the mannequins head turning into your direction.

You ran out of the basement screaming, terrified by what had happened. Richard, alerted by your scream, ran to the corridor where you were.

"What happened?" He asked worried "Is everything alright?"

"In the basement... there are mannequins... they... they are moving..." You said rapidly, terrified at what you witnessed a moment ago

"Oh come on, mannequins can't move on their own" He said not believing you and turned around when he heard footsteps

He froze at the sight. There was a covered in dried blood, mannequin, peeking from around the corner, looking straight at you both.