Heather woke up with a splitting headache and feeling sore. The room was pitch black, so dark that she couldn’t even see past her nose, but without looking she knew that she was sitting up. She tried to reach up with her regular right arm, but quickly found that it was tied to whatever chair she was sitting in. Testing her other arm, and legs, she discovered they were much the same. Frustrated, she began yelling “Help! Help!”
     From somewhere to her right, Heather heard Lindsey shout out, “Heather?!”
     “Lindsey?! Are you there?!”
     “Yeah! Are you tied to a chair too?!”
     “Yep!” said Heather, and then subsequently the rest of her friends called out around the room as well. “It sounds like everyone’s here. Can anyone see anything?!” The shouts of dissent from around the room greatly decreased Heather’s confidence in this already grim situation.

     Suddenly, the lights of the room turned on, the sound of electricity buzzing through the air. The change in lighting was so extreme that Heather had to quickly close her eyes so they could properly adjust. Opening her eyes, she was met with a grisly site, causing her to scream once more. Around the room, in large piles, were bones upon bones of various shapes and sizes. The walls of the room were completely covered with human skulls, all brown with age and clearly rotting. Looking down, she could clearly see that the seat she was sitting in was disturbingly made of many white bones glued together, the straps holding her a strange tan color that had a texture indicating it was probably human flesh. Looking to her left and right, she saw that her friends were similarly tied in chairs made out of human bones.

    As though their screaming were a cue, the door to the room, which was conveniently in front of the tour group, burst open, as Scarlett walked into the strange room. “Oh goodie! Y’all are awake!” Closing the door behind them, Scarlett got uncomfortably close to the group, forcing them to look into her eyes as she began to discuss the history of the room. “You see, this here room is part of the massive catacombs that lie underneath the Manor! Back in the old days of this manor, they had to figure out a way to store not only the bones of the dead Mercurins, but of the many enemies they had to defeat to keep the Manor safe. This here room is a testament to those lost souls.” Scarlett stopped toying with her captive audience, instead walking over to the skulls on the wall, “I could probably go through the history of every single person on this wall.” Scarlett quickly ran back to Lindsey, grasping her face between her hand, “But that wouldn’t be scary? Now would it?” Letting go of Lindsey’s face, she began walking around the walls of the room once more.

    “W-what are you planning to do to us?” Susan asked.
    “Oh, nothing much… This is the last stop on our tour after all, so I have to make it count,” Scarlett said.
    “So, you’re going to let us go?”
    “Oh! I didn’t say that,” Scarlett said, a wicked grin growing on her face. Finding what she was looking for on the wall, she reached her hand into the cavity of one of the skulls, pulling out a strange looking dagger. “Oh no… I - I mean we’ve got big plans for you…” She touched the tip of the blade with her finger, before quickly pulling it away. Satisfied with the results, she placed the dagger into a sheath on her hip.

    “Now, what transformation would be appropriate for our last stop?… Ooh! I know! Since this will probably be the last thing most of you’ll ever get to see, I think it’s only fair to do a ‘transformation’ of my own…” Scarlett grinned maniacally, grabbing the band that held her fake devil horns on her head, revealing…

    What lies under Scarlett’s horns?:
    1.) Actual Devil Horns
    2.) More than just her Horns gets pulled away
    3.) Nothing, but she puts on a pair of goggles and pulls out a clipboard
    4.) Nothing, but she pulls up a hood and pulls out a strange necklace