Blood Cherries

The Room

In this uncanny room that I'd entered I had come to a moment of pause when I saw a couple of things that were out of the ordinary. There were five corpses hanging from the ceiling, the former butlers I presume. That was not the only thing, there were two nude girls chained to the floor from their ankles partaking in a little romantic session. Their lips were locked together. I have to admit I was tempted to get into the action, but I needed to get out of the house. I was confused, I had been in the room for three minutes and the lesbian lovers hadn't noticed me. I must be oblivious to them or that's some crazy ass sex they're having. I looked around and saw a statue of a hooded man with an ax. It was like something from a horror movie that would sure to give a child a fright. I turned and looked at the corpses, and thanked God that I hadn't been apart of The Dead Butler's Club. I went around the room and noticed that Mr. Rancroft had a weird collection of items. He had an hourglass that contained blood instead of sand, a chalice, a broadsword, a crystal ball, and a staff. Maybe Mr. Rancroft was apart of some cult or secret organization. There was something more that needed to be looked into about the old man.

I can't believe everyone was right about Mr. Rancroft, but we really don't know a person truly until we've opened their book of secrets. Everyday the old man would spend his days until his last moments on this earth. Yelling at anyone who passed by his lawn, bitching about everything I did, and taken care of the family business before his daughter Revonna took over. She was his only daughter, he had an affair with a mistress in his earlier years. I heard it was a major story in the 1980's, the Rancroft family was under alot of pressure over the whole scandal considering that Mr. Rancroft was seen as an honest, and harshly blunt business man and upcoming political figure. He was running for senator of New York. But unfortunately his future as a politician faded when word got out about his secret lover. Apparently the girl was underage, and the press ate that shit up. From what I heard listening behind the scenes is that he bribed officers, a judge and the jury in his case. He had won the case, but the story was so intense that he would be hounded by citizens and critics so much, that he had to work behind close doors. And the girl? Well, she was paid as well to keep her pregnancy and their risqué affair a secret. Rumor has it, that Mr. Rancroft held the girl against her will. She was kept under tight surveillance, always had watchful eyes on her. The girl after giving birth to Revonna, had moved out of the state, and was never heard from ever again.

God, he was psychotic, but you couldn't tell from his persona. He played the part well. But of course tonight the curtains closed on his performance. I tripped in the middle of the room, but while I was on the floor, I found a chest with a sheet on it. I uncovered the chest, and unlocked it with the key I got from Rancroft's room. I put the keys back in my pockets. And digged through the cheat. What was in the chest made me cringe. There was four jars each filled with either a heart, half a brain, eyeballs, and a lung. That was not the only thing, there was a monocle and a book that said: Diary. I picked it up thinking it belong to Mr. Rancroft. I'm interested in learning more about the eccentric multimillionaire. But the diary belong to one who called themselves The Virgin. I flipped through the pages and found nothing. As a joke, I put on the monocle, which gave me a glimpse of weird images. Curiosity was striking my mind again, what's the point of digging into more secrets. I got the money and since the manor was a private area no one would ever know that I murdered Rancroft. Plus,everyone knows that Rancroft is a psychopath. I turned to exit the door, and to my surprise the lesbian lovers were free from their chains. That's when I'd realized that I had dropped the keys on the floor instead of in my pockets. They stared at me long enough and I had a feeling they were gonna kill me. But they didn't, which confused me. They opened the door. This has a queer night, I had thought. Before leaving the room, I picked the keys up, and walked out. When I looked at what was outside the room, a void of blackness. It was too late to enter the room, so I was falling into nothingness. Tick tock. Tick tock. Everything was fading, and I passed out. Falling into nothingness.