[ The four of them come tumbling out one after another onto hardwood floor, turning around to see a full length mirror hanging on the wall that is, as expected, a one-way trip. Also immediately apparent in the mirror is a copious amount of red in the background, and when they step back from the mirror and properly take a look at the room, I hope they aren't surprised to see and smell a pool of blood originating from the ground next to the small bed, with drag marks out of the bedroom in which they arrived.
It's a cozy little cabin, with a child's room consisting of a bed and dresser and sparsely populated bookshelf, the trail of blood passing by the parents' bedroom adjacent with two separate beds with a nightstand in between, leading down the hallway to a kitchen with something bubbling on the stove, and finally, ending in the living room. Here, a body lies less than a foot away from the open door, torn into shreds of flesh and splintered bone to the point where it's barely recognizable as human, if it weren't for a hand snapped off at the wrist lying several feet behind the body as if left behind in transit, and the long dark hair swimming inside the brains and shards of bone in what's left of a crushed skull.
There is an axe plunged deep into the body's chest, stuck in the floorboards on the other side.
The first mirror. cw: brain horror? uhh YAMA DON'T LOOK just in case, gen gore
It's a cozy little cabin, with a child's room consisting of a bed and dresser and sparsely populated bookshelf, the trail of blood passing by the parents' bedroom adjacent with two separate beds with a nightstand in between, leading down the hallway to a kitchen with something bubbling on the stove, and finally, ending in the living room. Here, a body lies less than a foot away from the open door, torn into shreds of flesh and splintered bone to the point where it's barely recognizable as human, if it weren't for a hand snapped off at the wrist lying several feet behind the body as if left behind in transit, and the long dark hair swimming inside the brains and shards of bone in what's left of a crushed skull.
There is an axe plunged deep into the body's chest, stuck in the floorboards on the other side.
The scent of vanilla hangs in the air. ]