As I walked down the mossy path, my legs shook and my heart raced. I knew what was coming. The mansion, the demons, the torture. The path seemed to stretch out before me as I walked towards my death. Then, as always, I felt something crawling up my neck. As I spun around, a musky figure glided past, momentarily illuminated by the glow of my cheap torch. I turned and ran. I could feel it gaining on me, it's cold breath on my neck, its harsh, grated laughter in the air. I screamed as it continued to laugh, now joined by hundreds of fellow demons, jeering as I ran. Suddenly, the floor fell away from beneath me and I found myself falling, falling deeper and deeper into the ground. Colours flashing in my eyes, blinding me suddenly, ears still ringing from the continuous laughter from the demons. This was it...
