The doctors mistake

Part 1- The letter

Dear friend,

I hate to tell you this but I have created a monster. I can not tell you how much I hate my self for what I did. The monster I created is not one of my projects but what I became my self. I have no way to undo what was done but I can not destroy what I tried to do. You, my dear friend, know what terrors I could create. what families I destroyed. what happened to make me this way. so now I must ask of you the impossible. I need you to destroy every thing I created. every thing I have done to bring her back. my daughter. please I know it is much but I can not destroy it. for I fear when this letter reaches you I will be among the living no longer.

with regards, your friend, doctor Erin Rockwell.

It has been two days past when I received the letter. the next day I got word the doctor has killed him self. why? why would he do that? his daughter. She had died at a very young age. 6 years old. I look at the letter again. He really does hate him self. As his last dying wish he asked that I destroy all he has worked for. I fear what he talks of when he speaks of his creations. No matter I agreed to help him and have been on my way to his manor.

I arrived at the gate. It looks the same, old and creaky. The house however looked unkept. There was ivy growing up the sides and windows cracked. Bricks fell loose and the well, once beautiful, now lies in utter despair. I push through the gate and walk up the twisted crumbling steps to the front door. there is a sign on the door that reads:

"who ever may enter. Beware of the monsters within. They will find a way to kill or make you go insane."

I however could not listen for I promised the doctor I would destroy his work. Upon opening the door I could smell the stench of death. Of it great sadness and hatred.