Cursed Works™: The Resurrection|Finished

Three - Unnerved

    As John entered the Yellow Area, 5 minutes later, he saw a giant cat-like painting into the wall. At the wall, there was a fish-shaped hole.
   John inspected the hole and found a word engraved next to the hole. He begrudgingly stared at the text.

   It said, "FISH."
   "Fish? What does it even mean?"

   He went to the eastern hall and entered the storage room. Atop the ceiling was yellow paint trickling down to the floor.  His body never had a rest since the nightmare he experienced during his unnerving trek in the Cursed Gallery.
   The storage room was horribly cluttered with every items in total chaos. It seemed that the storage room had never been cleaned for centuries. Boxes were caked in mold and the surrounding room was full of dust.

   "Jesus fucking rats!" He coughed hardly from the minute specks of dust. "Seems this place was never cleaned off."

   He sat on a stool, next to a blank canvas, hoping to get a full hour of sleep. Then, one of the head statues moved slowly.

   "What is happening here?" He shrugged. "Every thing I see moves."

   Armed with his hammer he stood up and tossed it right into the head statue. The statue broke into shards. Amidst the shards was a Wooden Fish Tail. John swept the glass shards away and took the wooden tail. He left the storage room, and went back to the main hall of the area.

   "This is not enough. Where in Beethoven's name is its head?"

   Without the other half of the Wooden Fish, the door to the wall would never be opened. He sat down and stifled his anger.

   He was out of his mind as his head was full of tormenting nightmares. His perception of reality around him was skewed and out-of-the-place. John took his hammer and slashed a small part of his wrist with its claw. He sipped a few of his own blood near the wound. He ripped a portion of his shirt and wrapped the wound around his wrist. He threw his shirt off and moved to the western hall.

   He saw a stick figure with two red eyes onto the eastern wall. The stick figure stared at John with a glaring glint to its eyes.

   "Wanna play hide and seek with me?"
   "NO. I FUCKING DON'T!! Where is the wooden fish head?!"
   The stick figure cackled, "You are such a nitwit. Play with me first and I will tell you where it is."
   "Grrrrr..." John scrunched his eyes in ire.

   The stick figure disappeared. There were seven frames at the wall, six of them could cause harm or something else.

   He walked at the first frame and he ripped the curtain. It was a painting of a girl hanged onto a noose in a black background.

    "W-R-O-N-G!!" The stick figure mocked him.
    "I'm tired of your sick mind game!"
    "Giving up? Bad option!"

   He opened the curtain of another painting. It depicted a bloody sword against a black background. As it happened, a slicing feeling came to his body with an agonising pain.

    "Too bad," the stick man responded in extreme scorn, "who has the fish head? Who knows?"
    "I have had enough of you."
    "Whoa! Losing now? You fucking suck."
    "I don't think."

   John savagely ripped the other curtain of another painting and he found the stick figure.

   The stick figure said: "Found me, you get the prize.

  "Where is it? Where?!"

  "At the top of this hall, asshole." The stick figure vanished.

   John left the wall of unnamed paintings and walked above the hall. He picked the Wooden Fish Head and combined the two halves together and it became a Fish Key. The pain from his wrist was excruciating.