Mr. Ballin

And Stanley, much like Debbie, was very surprised by this, because this was not like Diane at all.

So he told Debbie that he would go over to Diane's place right now and check on her, since after all, he lived a lot closer to Diane than Debbie did.

Then they hung up and Stanley yelled for his wife to come on with him.

20 minutes later, Stanley and his wife, Diane's mom, walked up to the front door of Diane's house.

As soon as they got there, Stanley began pounding on the door, yelling for his daughter, but there was no answer.

And so eventually after looking at his wife and they both are like, what's going on here?

He reached down and he tried the door handle to see if the door was unlocked and he found that it was.

So he turned the handle and he just pushed the door open and immediately his eyes were drawn to the ground inside the house like right in the foyer because it was all red.

There was blood everywhere.

A wave of nausea came over Stanley and he had to grab the door frame to steady himself.

Then after a moment, he turned to his wife, who was right next to him, and he just said, stay right here.

I'm going to go in and look around.

And then he stepped inside.

And as he moved further into the foyer, which again, I mean, there's just like blood splattered everywhere.

He began to notice there were piles of strange white dust that he didn't recognize sort of amongst the blood.

There's no sign of Diane, like it's silent in the house.

But as Stanley's standing there, he sees that there's also what appears to be a pretty clear trail, like something had been dragged through the blood and was sort of pulled towards the back of the house.

And so Stanley, you know, with his heart racing, he began walking, like following this trail of whatever got dragged through the house.

And it made its way to the top of the stairs that led down into the basement.

And then when Stanley looked down into the basement, he saw something at the foot of the stairs, like a heap of something that was down there.