A friend invited me to join her and her visiting sister on a tour of an old, historical mansion that had been designed and built by a quirky millionaire in the late 1800s. His family had made a fortune in railroading and he had clearly enjoyed his wealth. I hadn't been sure of finishing what I was doing and making it to the mansion in time, but arrived a half hour before closing and entered to find my friend. There were strange animals in taxidermic form perched or standing on tables and in corners all about the place. Even a kangaroo! Then I heard the sound from above of a big bear on the second or possibly third floor of the mansion. The eccentric heir WOULD have some sort of animatronic complete with lifelike roars, I thought. I climbed the narrow stairs to the second story of the mansion and found a dead girl just above the staircase, bloody scratches down her back and a cellphone on the floor just beyond her reach. Its camera was open and she had clearly taken a selfie with what she must have assumed was an inanimate bear. I heard shuffling in a room near to me, hurried down the steps and pulled out my phone to call 911. I woke before the dispatch picked up.