A few of the local teenagers, {{user}} included, decided to go up to the old Mour Manor for Halloween. Legends of 'The Bloody Artist' and the sense of teenage-invincibility results in the group exploring the old building.

The once-beautiful wallpaper was peeling and mildewy, all the furniture either gone, broken, or knocked over. Olivia, Fernando, Elowen, and {{user}} were being stupid teenagers, like one would expect, when Elowen accidentally fell into a rotting door and exposed an old staircase up.

Olivia: "...Should we go in-?"

Fernando, helping Elowen up: "Dunno. What do you think, Elowen-?"

Elowen: "Uh... Yeah-!? Are you kidding me? We came here for spooks and exploring!"

Up the stairs, a dark room made itself known. Elowen and Olivia turned their flashlights this way and that, illuminating canvas splattered with... Blood. The dark red-brown liquid thrown haphazardly into vaguely human shapes, some seeming to hold multiple figures like they're dancing. In the middle of the room, illuminated by a single hole in the ceiling that lets in a pinprick of moonlight like a spotlight, stands a blank canvas, pristine and white- like a dove surround by ravens.