You awake to find yourself looking down at a pool of your own blood, a small crusher on the side along with a rusty dagger and a pair of tongs. Though looking down at your own body you find no damage to your body, so where did all the blood come from? You shake your head and simply think "It must be someone Else's" as you stand, looking towards the door as you plan to leave.
Well here it is! Chapter 2 of Horrors of the Past!
"What in the world is going on?!" you thought as you walked through the mansion, sounds of men being cut or metal scraping across stone being heard. The Creaking of the Floorboards under your feet as you softly walked. You turned, that horrible monster from your nightmares roaring in your face as he stabbed his claws through your stomach, dropping you to the floor with a clunck of your lantern. Blackness envelops your eyes as you drift into unconsiousness.