18

 another day lost to time.

apparently there's a man in the town over who has a rusty old door inside his house bolted with several padlocks. it's the entrance of what he refers to as 'The Sick Room'. his name is Dan. his house is full of dead animals. elephant foot waste paper basket, moose heads, a bear clutching a cathode ray tube television in the living room. he also likes quirky old things which was how the antique dealer found out about his house - when dropping off a hand powered record player he purchased and how the antique dealer subsequently found out about The Sick Room.

a woman with her neck sliced hangs from the wall, fetuses pickled in jars line the shelves, a taxidermied shark has human limbs protruding from its mouth. there are two coffins, a woman whose arm is replaced by a knife, various children who are either malformed or mutilated - it is hard to tell. don't worry they are mostly mannequins or dolls. there are only two real human skulls in the whole room.

'very... creative.' the antique dealer remarks. 

Dan smiles.

'thanks, most people run out screaming.'