The Mansion of Trials and Trials

It's blood

I opened my eyes and smelt the scent of the white blankets. The lights were on. I must have fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I got out of my bed. My dream recalled my past memories. How hateful.

"Where's the water?" I wondered as I opened the fridge. It was empty. Figures. I guess I need to go to the kitchen. I put on my shoes and opened the door.

There was blood outside my room.

"Ahhhhhh!" Pimples rose up immediately. Drops and puddles of red liquids were spatted on the floor like color paints. Maroon and deep, dark red. Unlike the movies. I doubted my eyes. The lights reflected the liquids. I slowly ducked my head out and looked for the source.

There was a dead body.

A dead body of a little girl.

I recognized her.

It was Luna.

HUH?!! What's going on?! Why's there a dead body here?!!!!

Taking a deep breath, I carefully walked past the bloody puddles.

Two dead bodies a day and another one turned into a monster, oh dear, I'm getting sick.

My hands were shivering. I tried to calm myself down and looked at the body. Blood soaked through her clothes. She laid down on her stomach with her face touching the cold, hard floor. I could see a deep, horrible stab wound on her back. Blood exposed to the air. She was definitely dead. And most importantly, she was definitely being killed.

Who did this to her? I questioned myself. I looked up and searched around. The corridor was quiet. No any footsteps. There didn't seem to be anyone here except me. I felt relieved. Yet, something caught my eye. The door next to my room, the door 429. Tiny drops of blood were on the curved door handle. The blood was dripping, one by one, drop by drop. Like water dripping from a water-tap. I stared at the blood. It somehow attracted me. I walked closer. My heart was beating fast, but curiosity won against my fears. Something was behind the door.

I grabbed the door handle and turned it.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ahhhhhhh!" I jumped up and let go of the door handle at once. An unfamiliar male voice emerged in my head.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't doing anything bad," I shouted and turned my head. My face went pale, whiter as ever. Pimples rose on top of my skin. My body was trembling. My mind went completely blank. Frighting, I blinked my eyes and looked again.

There wasn't anyone behind me.

"Wha–? Huh?" Words spilled out from my mouth with questions, "I don't understand. I heard a voice! A male voice! But why is no one here? Who just talked to me?!" I raised my voice and looked around.

"Hello?! Is there anyone here? HELLO?! HELL—"

"Argh. Please don't shout at a time like this. I'm trying to get some sleep."

"Huh?! Who just talked to me?" I searched around but the corridor was empty. There is definitely someone talking to me but I can't see him. Where is he?

"Hello? I know you are talking to me. Can you show yourself? I can't see you."

"Oh dear me, he doesn't shut up. What am I going to do?" It was the voice again. I don't get it. Where is it coming from?

"Stop searching, kid. I'm not there. I'm behind you."

"Behind me? What are you talking about? What's behind me is only the door—---ahhhhhh!" Long bars of metal stretched out from the door handle twisted and twirled around my arm like slithering worms. I stepped back but the metal chains were grabbing me. The head of the handle bent and split into branches, forming scales and patterns, eyes, jaws and the hissing tongue. It floated in the air and wrapped my chest and shoulders, wiggling and wobbling, observing me up and down. The black eyes hissed at me. I didn't dare to move.