The House of Death

A red liquid drips from a ceiling fan, alight can be seen at the far end of the hall. A young boy enters the room facing towards the hallway. "H-h-hello is anybody there" he stammers, no answer floods back to his ears. He begins to walk down the hall avoiding the bright red liquid dripping from the ceiling fan. The wallpaper is cracked and peeling, the rug soaked with a dark liquid, and smelling of mildew, beneath the door a light escapes flooding the floor with light beneath his feet. He reaches for the knob, his hand begins to quiver against the cold metal, sweat pours down his sides and down his brow, his heart begins to pound in his chest, not knowing what is on the other side of the door. He tries to calm down, slowly the feeling of dread lifts from him like a veil, and he slowly turns the knob and pushes the door open. At first, all he sees is a blinding light, slowly; his pupils shrink as they adjust to the blinding light. He looks around the filthy unkempt bathroom; someone had not cleaned it for a really long time. The floor tiles are cracked and damp, from the water that slowly leaks from the sink over the side damaging the entire bathroom floor. Both the shower and tub have rust and lime deposits around the faucets and drains, the tub has a weird orangish-pink color to it, like some kind of red die that could not be removed with soap and water. He walks in to examine the smashed glass still attached to the cabinet door above the nauseating bathroom sink. He reaches for the knob and slowly opens it, a pungent odor escapes the confinements of the broken cabinet, and he holds his nose with one hand and flings the door open with the other. He jumps back not knowing what is in there, he takes a few steps forward to see what he was so scared of, a dead rat, maggots crawl in and out of it's mouth and empty eye sockets, many black dots litter the inside of the cabinet, there dead flies, he almost upchucks his lunch at the sight of maggots and dead flies. He closes the cabinet quickly and turns back around towards the door to leave the bathroom. Just before he walks out he notices a hamper next to the door, he wonders if he may have seen it when he came in, no matter. He lifts the lid of the nasty old hamper, and lets out a scream, dismantled body parts are jammed together, on top rests a man's hand with a gold ring, the symbol on the ring he saw it once, but couldn't think of where. He closes it and slowly walks toward the door not even looking back, he reaches the door and turns around, a blast of hot air makes his hair stand on end, and he turns around to face a large figure clad in an old tattered black robe. He slowly backs out of the door and bumps into something, he spins back around to face the hooded being, the thing is not even human, maybe once long ago, but now it lacks skin, muscle tissue, everything that makes a face a face. A clean white skull stares back at him, a greenish mist pours out from the empty eye sockets casting an eerie glow about its face. In the creatures bony white knuckles is a long rod of black with a crescent shaped blade that extends from the top of the rod, he knows who it is, it is death. The creature opens its mouth to expose rows of jagged teeth then speaks, "It is your turn to die child, you should never have set foot in this forsaken house" he hollers. The boy pleads for death to let him go, "It is too late child, your fate has already been decided when you walked through those front doors, face your eternity" he says with a menacing laugh, the boy tries to scream, but nothing comes out. Death raises the blade and swings it full force with a loud swish, something falls to the floor with a sickening thud, and the floor turns a light red mixing with the diluted water flooding out into the hall. There is a burst of green flame, the creature enters it, burning in it's other worldly glow; suddenly they dissipate as quickly as they began, a puff of smoke and burned cinders are scattered about the spot. Death is gone for now, until someone is foolish enough to enter this house of nightmares again, and find their death looking back at them. Enter and suffer your doom for this is the house of death and there is no escaping him.