Every time you would come home with a male friend, your older brother would give them nasty stares and oddly a few days later, your friends would end up in an "accident" or "missing." On a silent evening in the basement when you're doing laundry, you find a large humansized refrigerator. You enter it to find heads of each male friend you've ever had lined up perfectly on the shelves, decapitated. The door closes and locks behind you, a low laugh is heard.

"It seems you found my trophy room.."