This place.... it's strange, I thought to myself. The room was full of mannequins and masks... all sorts of creepy things like that. There was a mirror sitting on a table against the wall, like the movie stars had, the mirror lined with lightbulbs. On the table there was a single stick of lipstick.
The only source of light in the room was coming from the mirror, but the room looked like there were red lightbulbs somewhere, the room had a reddish tint. It made the room particularly creepy.
I explored the room a bit more, careful not to touch or bump into anything since it was so crowded with all the dolls. I looked over to the corner and almost screamed.
All this time there had been a body hanging from the ceiling.
By a noose.
It wasn't very good lighting, but I could tell that the person's entire body was all black. Their head was hanging down so I couldn't see their face. A tuft of hair stuck out around their head, indicating that he was a man. But then I looked down, at their feet that hung off the ground. But they weren't feet, they were hooves. Not only that but a tail hung down past his- no, its, feet. Not even feet, hooves.
"What is this here?" said a deep, growling voice.
"W-who said that?" I asked.
"I'm not dead you stupid female. This is how I sleep." Then the creature looked up, and the last thing I saw were those piercing yellow eyes.
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The Man with Fire on His Face
HororWillow Tomsin is fourteen years old, and lives a somewhat normal life. She's a C's and B's student, and her mother is always pushing her to do better and says she "Has much more potential." But Willow isn't interested in school. She spends most of h...
