Demon Hunter

Chapter 28 - BANGing A Flesh Eater

Since I was staying for a week now, as opposed to one dinner, I did need to bring some outfits with me. I insisted to Artie that I would get these tomorrow. In the meantime, Artie let me have some of his clothes, which were brand new and recently bought by Emily, as a welcome back home gift. The night outfit that I wore was loose, which was perfect for me, since I tend to prefer loose clothing. If you really want to know the details, it was a large oversized black t-shirt with a silver skull on it, and gray sweatpants.

Even though the clothing felt comfortable, I found myself struggling to fall asleep.

Night began feeling like an eternity as I tossed and turned, my eyes wide open.

A part of me was paranoid that Emily would pop into my guest room and...kill me.

Hmm...since I can't sleep, I might as well explore the manor a bit.

Getting out of bed, I made my trek through the large hallway. There were pictures of individuals sporting fancy attire lined across the dark purple walls. Probably the snobby rich ancestors of the equally snobby rich modern day Prince family.

I went down the stairs, and made my way to the kitchen. Upon entering, I made a beeline for the fridge. When I opened it, my mouth widened in shock.

OHMYGOD, THIS IS FOOD HEAVEN.

All sorts of fancy sweets and exotic, mouthwatering dishes littered the fridge. I should grab something...

I gazed hesitantly at the slice of mango cake in front of me.

"Go ahead."

I spun around.

To my displeasure, it was Emily leaning near the kitchen entrance.

"Mango cake was a favorite of my husband's," Emily told me, as if she hadn't made her evil intentions clear to me, at dinner.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Look," Emily began. "I think I may have been a little harsh—"

"Try A LOT," I corrected.

"A lot," she sighed. "I shouldn't have acted like a bitch."

"Well, you did," I snarled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed."

"Look...I'm trying to be civil here, so why don't you accept my apology, peasant?" Emily's jaw tightened. She was shaking in anger.

I simply brushed past her, choosing not to respond.

"You'll regret it."

"Huh?" I turned around to face the delusional deranged lunatic.

"I SAID YOU'LL REGRET IT." She simply smiled, and walked off.

What an insane sicko.

I was right to be worried about her attempting to kill me in my sleep.

F*ck, I'm so conflicted right now. I promised Artie I'd be there for him...but if his birth mother is saying threats against me...then it'd be better to just leave. Maybe I can convince Artie to come with me.

I decided to continue exploring the mansion since I'm curious to know more about how this place looks from top to bottom. Plus, this may be my only chance to do so since I might not last long here. Emily's just way too unbearable and unpleasant.

I made my way down into the basement.

I turned on the lights and was surprised.

The basement was hideous!

I had honestly expected the basement to look posh like the rest of the house, but it looked like something you would find in a horror movie.

The basement was filled with a bunch of boxes covered with cobwebs, and had a dreary gray color to it. Also, the walls were peeling. You could see claw marks on the wall, too!