My surroundings were still fuzzy, and the cold air blew around me.theres probably a draft somewhere. I walked a little forward, cautious of where I stepped. Slip. I stood on something round and fell backwards. my back throbbed now from two falls. I felt forwards trying to grab the object that I slipped on. I found the object, it was a cylinder, wait no, I could open it, it was a case. I opened it to find my glasses the cold metal and flat glass reassured me. once I placed the glasses on my face I blinked a few times before noticing my surroundings. red, red, red, absolutely everything was covered in red. I looked at my hands my clothes my feet, red! I staggered backwards touching the hollow closet. a burst of lightning flashed light into the room, that's when I saw the knifes. this place was a murder house. the aroma of old blood started to get me so I leaned onto the closet while slowly dropping to the floor. with the last ounce of energy I had I oponed the closet and crawled through falling unconscious for now.
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Forged by greed
TerrorKelly cross has been robbed of all her money so she has to sleep inside of an old abandoned house of which has stirred up quite some superstition.
