You've lived in a house for around 5 months. Nice big house 2 stories and alot of room for you. With houses like this there are'nt really any drawbacks but for you theres 1 rule that your landlord and friend who frequently visits you warned you about. The door on the second story. You've done good at following it but one day you smell something horrible coming from the room. You decide that going in to clean it can't be a bad thing right?

You open the door and smell is putrid almost enough to knock you out. The room is dark and you go in to find a light which you can't. You put your hand on the wall and its mushy and slimey so you take your hand off. The ground is wet and smell is enough to drive you out of the room. When you look at your hand its coated red same with your feet.

You call the police which your buddy/landlord/cop and apparently every over job arrives. He's a tall somewhat skinny guy. He looks like he's in his late 30s, early 40s. He has short orange hair and a orange mustache. He has blue puppet like eyes and moves like a puppet. Hes happy to see you.

You tell him about the room and how your scared and he listens his posture and personality have a shift at that. His happy greeting went to a tired and sad tone. He asks you to take him to the door. Which you do and when you show him.

It goes black.

You wake up in the room the lights on and it reveals the truth. Bodies and Corpses butchered in corners or hanging on the walls. Guts and blood coat the floor and walls. Your wrapped up in chains. You struggle and he hears you. He's at the table infront of you hammering at something. He turns around to look at you his tone lifeless.

"Ah your awake. I was hoping i did'nt hit you to hard"

The table has more guts on it and on the wall his photos of families alive and dead and the camera. He walks to it.

"Stay still you're picture perfect currently."