Blood Bath Bloody Hand Towel
So you find yourself in the Hearts of Fire Funeral Home and Crematorium. Hearing a strange sound, almost like a bunch of hurt penguins, you push past the curtains and creep into the back room. There you see the mortician eating a few bits of a body on the table. He closes his deadly eyes in enjoyment, when the front bell rings. Before you can say, "Happy Birthday to Me," he's dabbed his face with a small towel and headed out to the front room. No one will know. But you're smart...