Warning! It starts to get a bit gory here on(in my definition) this part isn't to bad it gets worse just so you know
The first thing we noticed when we walked in was the all to familiar stench of blood that salty thick liquid that runs through our veins and keeps us alive.Its pitch dark in the kitchen even if you held your hand to your face you wouldn't have been able to see it.So with no choice we felt along the wall around the door for a light switch.The wall was very sticky,but we thought it was because of peeling wallpaper.We finnaly find a light switch on the other side of the door and we flick it on.The old fashioned lights slowly and reluctantly turn on after many years of being off.The first thing we notice is that the walls are covered with the substance that keeps us alive,but symbolizes death....blood.Its everywhere and on everything,we see that some blood has been scrapped off near the door we look at our hands.Our hands are covered from finger tips to wrist in blood.We are so sickened by the sight let alone the smell that we empty our bellys of its contents.We quickly get over our revolsion and start to look for Brooklyn.We don't have to look long soon we found Brooklyn leaning against the wall with her eyes open,but with a dead vacant look.We rush to her and look for a pulse...nothing Brooklyn is dead.Next to her head drawn into the blood are the words GET OUT NOW!.When we get over our shock of Brooklyn's death we start to cry,but an evil sounding cackle interrupts our tears.In fear we run from the room looking back at our friend for the last time.When we get back to the sitting room we close the kitchen door and sit down and morn the loss of Brooklyn.All is quiet except for the crackling of the fire and the occasional sob.When a loud screeching noise started up.We looked to where the sound was originating from.Words were being carved into the wall.When the sound finnaly stopped the words spelled out GET OUT OR END UP LIKE YOUR LITTLE FRIEND IN THE KITCHEN THERE!.Then the evil cackling started up again sending shivers up our spines.Then the walls started to ooze out blood covering everything in sight.Calista and I jumped to our feat and ran for the front door,but it was still locked! We were cornered and we knew it we could feel its gaze on us and we turned around slowly to face our doom.
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The Haunted House Massacre
HorrorThree girls spend the night in an old said to be haunted house. They think the are the only ones in the house. Oh how wrong they are. An old ghost of a witch haunts the house and anyone who dares to step into the house is never seen again.Will the t...
