When Lana first told me that she liked to keep souvenirs from the dates that she had been on. I thought it was sweet. After every date she spoke about how proud she was of her new item, without ever specifying what it was.

I had never seen her go on a second date, for some reason. She only ever spent one evening with a man and never I'd never hear her speak about him again.

For that reason, my curiosity grew; what kind of a souvenir could one achieve after only one date? Yet, every time I asked her what items she had in her collection; she would reply that that was a private matter.

I got more and more curious. She had a room in her apartment that was locked; I was convinced that that was where she kept the souvenirs. So; one evening I had come over for diner she left the apartement to bring the trash out. 'Whatever you do, don't go in there' she barked with a glimpse before leaving.

That was the last straw, I grabbed the key and swung the door open.

My eyes widened in horror as they got used to the darkness.

On the molded walls hang lifeless skulls sliced by the throat.

Some looked rotten over time while others were stained with fresh blood drooping out of their lifeless eyes.

The door closed behind me. The sound of a blade. A shriek.

And the collection had grown.