The History of the Mayhem Mansion
Young Mrs. Mortus was a beautiful, beautiful woman.  Sparkling green eyes and skin like alabaster.  Her husband was insanely jealous.  It was 100 years ago this October they were both found dead.

Blood dripped from Mr. Mortus's trembling hands as I watched through the keyhole of the honeymoon suite.  Minutes later I heard a couple arguing.  As I approached their door with room service, my curiosity got the best of me.  (more)