text: You drop to your knees and quickly crawl behind the tool rack, curling up as you wrap your arms around your knees and curl up in a ball, trying not to move or make a noise. You hear an old voice begin to hum as the stairs begin to creak.
  
  
  "Muss i denn, Muss i denn, zum stadtele hinaus..." the old man sings. "...stadtele hinaus..."
  
  
  You wince as you hear him draw near.
  
  
  "Und du, mein schatz, bleibst hier?" he sings, as you hear the clank of metal as he grabs a blade from the tool rack, right in front of you. "Wenn i komm', wenn i komm', wenn i wiedrum komm'..."
  
  
  You let out a sigh of relief as he walks away, heading to the workshop. You hear the squelch as blades slicken as they slice through flesh. There's a thud and you gasp, before another thud, before a thud and a crack as Herr Eichel breaks open a bone with a hammer. Herr Eichel stops, pausing for a second.
  
  
  "Is there someone there?" he asks, his eery sing-song voice giving way to an elderly' grandfather's with a thick German accent. "I promise, if you come out now, there... won't be a problem."
  > You reveal yourself
  You slowly leave your hiding spot, and are faced with Herr Eichel. His face is gaunt and haggard, wrinkles covering everything that was once smooth. His hair is all but gone, a few snow white pieces clinging onto his scalp. With how weak and feeble he looks, you're impressed he can stand. A pair of wire frame glasses sit on his nose as he looks you over.
  
  
  "Hello," he says in a thick German accent. "I am Mr Eichel."
  
  
  "I know."
  
  
  "Ah, so you've heard of me. Tell me, what are the current rumors. Am I said to be the assistant to Josef Mengele? The personal aid of Adolf Hitler? A camp doctor as the Concentration Camp?"
  
  
  You stare at him in silence.
  
  
  "Well, the rumors are completely untrue. I am simply an immigrant and a taxidermist. I came here when I was a boy. Sure, I served my country during the war in the Werhmacht, but I surrendered first chance I got. It's simple fear of foreigners that makes children think I'm so terrible boogeyman, not any real facts. Shall I escort you to the front door?"
  
  
  You nod, and follow him up the stairs. He walks you through an old, dust covered house, stopping at the front door to open it for you.
  
  
  "I warn you, my dear, that if you and your friends break into my house again I will be calling the Sheriff. And tell... give me a sec, my vision isn't great... Mason, Rebecca, Anthony and Carter that there's better things to waste your time on then bothering old men. Quite ironic that Carter's here to see a nazi with the family he has... Now, please leave me alone to my work, dear."
  
  
  You nod, and run out towards the trees. You find the group, with Mason standing terrified, waiting for you.
  
  
  "What happened? Why'd he just let you go? Carter says he was carving up a body!"
  
  
  "He said he's just an old immigrant and a taxidermist, and to leave him alone or he'd call the sheriff."
  
  
  "He was cutting up a person!" Ant shrieks.
  
  
  "That was probably a deer!" Lucy says. "You're drunk as fuck, Ant."
  
  
  "It was a person," Ant says, stubbornly.
  
  
  "Well, we probably just annoyed an old man. Let's get the fuck out of here and go find Kyle."