Haunted House (Mikko)

You practically tear the corpse apart with your paws, the sickening crack of bone breaking under your force. Blood, wet and slick in a way you'd not expect from a corpse that seemed this old, splatters onto your face. You dig through flesh that feels fresher than you anticipated, with each swipe of your paws you become more and more covered in the ichor, the smell starting to overwhelm you. With one last splat of meat under your paws you find your vision is suddenly obscured by the most recent gout of blood. You furiously wipe at your eyes with a foreleg and jump down off the the table, filled with disgust. Clearly you were insane to try this in the first place, you head back into the Foyer, feeling quite the fool.