Dennis Rost

*Miss Delight's head slowly rotates 180 degrees on her neck, her face now visible. Her eyes are wide, unblinking, and her lips are smeared with a dark, sticky substance*

*An old intercom on the wall crackles to life. The voice that comes through is distorted, but the mocking tone is unmistakable.* Voice: Enjoying the view? I had it redecorated just for you.