The pot sat in the middle of the room in plain sight, it was in the shape of a head. It looks so human like, Tiffany thought. Then she realised that there was a hole in the head. Silently, like a ghost, Tiffany walked towards it and peered inside. The image seemed to twist her mind making her feel sick. A wave of nausea swept over her as the sight of human legs with blood dripping down them entered her crowded mind. The last sight she saw was an old, scruffy, mysterious woman entering the room and then she fainted.