Scrubman and the greasy mirror attic curse

Speaking with the specter of your drunken past you find that it's hungry.
It's always hungry.
It has a hunger for freedom and flesh, you are presently in front of it.
"BLOOD" It wails, causing the walls to tremble and quiver, making that stock gooey sound effect, you know the one.
"YOU CONDEMNED ME TO THIS HELL, AND YOU SHALL NOT LEAVE WITHOUT TAKING ME OR SATING MY LUST!"
It's already started calling people cucks and posting on /pol/, this is serious.
Both of your hands are full
Exits are:
Down
Death