Stood within the small 1800’s shoppe, you stand at a merciless height compared to the giant room that holds you with no exit.

Darkness swallows your vision, and you’re quick to light your lighter. At the flash of the flame came a frozen face before your own, causing you to shriek in horror. You look closer to the taxidermied person with a shiver, realizing that the dusty shelves lining the walls were decorated with dead, taxidermied things: from animals to people, they all looked like action figures frozen in time.

Nothing could calm your panicky terror, and it worsened when a voice came from above:

“Hello, darling.” Clarice grinned her sharp teeth as she hung above your tiny stature by a string of her web.