I sit in the dark.
I hear a soft drip.
Drip, drip, drip…
Coming faster.
Sounding louder.
I look up.
A red stain spreads across the ceiling.
Red liquid oozing down the walls.
What’s happening in the room above?
Is all this blood?
The ooze is moving closer.
Creeping towards me.
Raising its arms.
To grab me.
I close my eyes.
I’m inside it.
I see a beating heart.
Thump, thump, thump…
It explodes into thousands of pieces.
The explosion forces me down a tunnel.
I’m falling through a blood red abyss.
Leading where?
To my own doom?
I shouldn’t have come to this house.
The Dead take no prisoners.



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