I approached the building cautiously. Within it were untold horrors, or so Rhiana had told me. She, during her 13th year of life had herself entered the house. Ever since then she had been rather distant and slight off in the head. So I entered, still wondering as to why I was doing this, maybe out of curiosity however it was most likely to impress Rhiana. The warped door groaned itself open as I applied force to the wood. A flame ravaged building was all I saw. In the corner of my eye I noted a thing dart past me, so naturally I pursued this potential 'trick of the eye'. Another door swung freely before me, so I opened it. Inside this room was a horror. A mutilated corpse with its intestines strung around its neck like a scarf. Its heart lay dormant in its mouth and the once living humans eyes were compressed into its ear. Upon the wall were the words 'RUN, DO NOT TRUST HER'. I vomited, and glared at the disgusting concoction of my daily intake, as it was a beautiful countryside compared to the horror that lay before me. I noted a daemonic symbol, a gear type thing with a hand nailed into the middle. Presumably the hand of the poor fellow who lay before me, as his limbs were absent from his body. I vomited again, wiping the abomination from my lips. I glared at the corpse, my mind ebbing its way into insanity. I returned to reality. I sped out of the building, towards Rhiana.
'There's a fucking corpse in their!' I exclaimed, urgency oozing out of my words. Rhiana spoke 'Robert, relax, I know. Its great isn't it.' My face turned into confusion and disgust. 'You're a fucking nut job aren't you?' I questioned her. 'Why yes' Rhiana replied. She pushed my into the house, she then tackled me to the ground. I glared at her, struggling to free myself. 'Calm down Rob' She uttered. She then kissed me, her tongue turning into a spiky tendril which explored its way into my stomach. Her skin boiled, blistered and evaporated, revealing a twisted freak of nature. I screamed in pain. Her 'tongue' exploded into a plethora of tendrils which parted my skin and bone and erupted from my insides. My vision faded, turning to darkness. I wanted to scream, but lacked the strength. At that point Rhiana's head fell off of her neck and a multitude of teeth began to consume me. That is how death gripped me with its icy grasp. I have some words of advice for you. Do not trust her.
