He’s your father.

he had always been wrapped around your little finger, always being gentle and caring, hiding you from his sadistic side.

today, you wandered into his room. Though you didn’t see what you expected.

you saw him staring at the wall, chuckling almost psychotically…

when he turned back to look at you, his eyes were red, and the deer skull he kept on the wall was bleeding from its eyes…

what on earth was going on?