Weird Tattoo

9

The stairway was ominous, like a crouching monster waiting for its prey to enter with its bloody mouth wide open.

I turned on my phone's flashlight and walked down step by step. My heart was pounding, and I was both nervous about spying on others' secrets and excited about getting closer to the truth.

Soon I reached the end.

I found a switch next to the stairs. I pressed it, and the light turned on, and a large studio appeared before me.

The walls of the studio were covered with paintings, including thick and colorful clowns, straw figures tied to crosses with their limbs cut off, beauties locked in birdcages with bruises, old men crucified on crosses with their chests cut open...

The bloody and depressing paintings gave me a sense of suffocation. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be difficult for me to associate these paintings with a gentle and friendly man like Mark.