So why this gift? A toy!
Why would someone give a mortician’s wife a doll house as a wedding gift? That’s what I asked myself when I received one from the old lady next door on our wedding night. I didn’t know at the time, but it would become the catalyst of my obsession.
I think it all began after Katrina, my wife, passed away. I went into a deep depression, closed and locked myself in my Factory. I kept Katrina in a deep freeze in hopes that someday I could bring her back to life. I tried everything, and experimented on dead flesh and cadavers, day in and day out. My only companion was a stray black cat named Samson. Samson brought me small gifts of dead rodents and birds, perfect for experiments.
On a dark night, he brought me the most beautiful yellow finch. I could not bear to experiment on this bird, it reminded me of Katrina. I placed the little bird in the doll house and stepped away. Out from the little front door, the finch flew. It was alive! How could this be?
I ran to a mouse trap, and removed a mangled rodent. It was a bit ripe but I placed it in the doll house and it too sprung back to life, only in a different form. What if I could bring back a human!
I ran downstairs to the morgue and sawed the finger off a cadaver. I placed it in the doll house and sure enough it began to move. I continued to place various body parts in the dollhouse, only the head was left. I placed the head in the house and the eyes began to open. I stitched the remains back together and created my first servant, calling him a Collector. He would collect body parts throughout Crows Hollow, piece them together, and create more Collectors. What they lacked in intelligence, they made up for in loyalty.
Eventually, I had a small army of collectors, I housed in the factory. To try and bring back Katrina, I built a large doll house. When it was complete, it was magnificent, but the smell of death was overwhelming. Two ravens perched on the weathervane the day I decided to bring back Katrina. She was so beautiful in her wedding dress. When I carried over the threshold she gasped for air and let out a blood curdling scream. She was not Katrina anymore. She was...............