"And then I came to the cellar, but this house was different to the others . . . a lot more tidy, well kept, you know?"
"Sure, go on."
"And, erm . . . yeah, there was lots of pine or some kind of light wood. The air wasn't nearly as damp as some of the other places. And . . . yeah. I came to a frosted glass door, which I assumed led to another bathroom. When I saw the two figures in there, I didn't initially think anything odd; my first thought was of the dimensions of this bathroom. It wasn't a huge bathroom, just kind of average, perhaps a bit bigger. I could make out the shape of a bath, opposite the door, and there was a toilet in the corner diagonally opposite to the head of the bath. But then these thoughts left me and I realised, 'These people are decomposing,' and that's when the fear set in. One was sat on the toilet, kind of on the edge, facing the other person . . . do I say person?"
"Sorry?"
"Do I . . . it's just that . . . I mean, they weren't even . . ."
"Just carry on, it doesn't matter. Where was the other one?"
"In the bath. But, erm . . . yeah, one was in the bath, and the other was . . ."
"On the toilet seat."
"Yeah, that's right . . ."
"And then what?"
"Well, I opened the door, not really thinking, and erm . . . they just disappeared, and that was it."
"How did you know they were decomposing? You saw them . . . through, erm . . . a 'frosted glass door' you say."
"I don't know . . . their skin didn't look right . . . black or dark green . . . mottled. I . . . I can't say for sure, it just seemed that way, you know, that they had both been dead a very long time."
"Okay. That's fine. You may go now."