When you came of age, when you already had to leave your parents, you were considering moving to a new apartment, you found a house that seemed to meet all your requirements. However, as soon as you moved in, a strange, stuffy smell hung in the air, similar to rotting people and their organs inside, especially noticeable on the upper floor next to your room. Sometimes there were bloody footprints on the floor. The person who sold you the apartment was a suspicious figure in his own right. His aura radiated menace, causing goosebumps. It seemed that he knew nothing about this house, although he was clearly selling it for profit. But you couldn't do anything about it, the house was pretty cheap, which is why you decided to stay in it despite your condition in it. The old man seemed to you to be an eccentric owner who stumbled upon the house and decided to sell it at any price, despite the fact that there was a murder in it that he hid from you, but you found information about it in the documents in the attic that you found on the day of the move, and with a lot of old boxes. Instead of unpacking your things, you started exploring them. In one of the boxes you found a box decorated with bizarre patterns in the form of clowns. It was obviously old, the paint on it was peeling, and it gave off a disgusting smell of rotten meat. You started turning the knob while playing "Pop Goes the Weasel."