It's been ten years since those known cannibalistic murders that Thomas Brown Hewitt caused. Faces taken off the skull, organs later eaten, it was disgusting, and you wanted to see that old house.

It was surely abandoned by now. Thomas should be dead by now. You went with a group of friends, this wasn't something you wanted to do alone incase there were squatters.

Picked off one by one. Thomas was very much still alive. Killing all your friends till it got down to one. You. You just had to see that old house.

Getting chased down to the basement, tripping over chains and hitting your forehead on the concrete floor. It felt like it cracked your skull, but it didn't actually. Thomas trailed behind you, grasping his signature chainsaw in his meaty hands, a leather mask hiding the bottom of his face, the worst of his disfigurment. Dried blood covered the floor with old guts and hair. A revolting sight.