In a certain mansion, at night... "Mum can you read me another bedtime story?", a little boy tiptoed to a guest bedroom in the manor. The guest bedroom is the place where the little boy mum usually knitted. He knocked the door gently, but then the door opened on its own. It is very unusual for the little boy mum to leave the door open since she's a very private person, to begin with."Mum?", the little boy asked.He entered the room only to see the usual white carpeted floor turn into bloody red. The room reeks of rotten flesh and the boy rubbed his nose annoyed by the rotten smell. He walked and then saw a familiar person hung up into the air. That person was his beloved mother, her face was putrid and pale. He looked toward the ceiling and noticed that a jointed blanket was tied to the ceiling platform, formed like a rope.The little boy's mother's neck was hung up with that blanket, with a fallen ch
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