“You insolent brat! Now I have to do this!”

(Artist)

A hobby turns into passion. Passion festers into obsession. Morbid curiosity is all it takes to do something unspeakable. You don’t have to be a killer to murder—only have a reason. And sometimes, a reason is as simple as a wrong look.

You and a friend broke into a house in your sleepy town, wandering around and taking whatever you could. When you ventured into the basement, your friend pulled down a tarp—revealing a person.

Not alive.

Taxidermied.