Jill nearly jumped out of her skin when Jack's hand came down on her shoulder. She let out a terrified squeal, her face as white as a sheet. Every inch of the bathroom was splattered with a sticky red substance that could only be blood, the walls...the floor...the shower...even a few drops were dripping down from the ceiling. It was clear that the markings were fresh. A pair of bloody hand prints streaked down the mirror and beside it a message written in blood read simply "help me". Sickened by the gore, Jill tried to back out of the room but couldn't move with Jack behind her.