HELL IN THE HALLWAYS || Spencer Charnas (#TheGrudgeContest)

Resentment

"How was he killed?"

"He was poisoned by a jealous wannabe."

Danielle glanced at the male she was walking with. She was completely stumped by the answer she was just given. "Sir, has this wannabe ever caught?" she asked as she stepped up onto the porch.

She and the man were the first visitors in nearly ten months to visit the fateful home of the late Spencer Charnas. As the official briefly said, Spencer had been killed by a lethal drink that a megafan had bought him at a bar. Pathetic, Danielle thought, for a fan from a failed band to do such a thing to someone who had made it in the music industry. It probably wasn't the way Spencer wanted to go out, either; he was only thirty-three and in bed when he took his final breath, and he was only a few days away from going on a world tour with his band, ICE NINE KILLS.

"No, he hasn't," the official replied, stopping behind Danielle and looking at her from the sidewalk. "Are you sure you can do this alone, Ms. Pacocha?"

The woman nodded, whipping around to conclude their conversation. "Yes, I'm very sure. I'll see you soon, sir." With little experience gained from reading about similar cases and articles about Spencer's curse, Danielle was understandably afraid of what the house contained, but she was willing to find out and end what was causing the deaths of everyone who stepped foot into the home; she wanted to catch the wicked 'fan', after all.

Before listening to what the man had to say, she opened the door of the cursed Briggs Street residence with the key she was given and wandered inside, shutting the door and glancing around. She began to pace through the home, the wooden floor gently caving with every step as she looked for any evidence that could have been left from the last casualties.

Danielle searched through the living room, dining room, kitchen, and guest bathroom, but nothing was found. She took a moment to remember the house's floor map the official had explained to her an hour earlier, remembering what led to the guest bedroom, her next location of interest: the hallway.

The first floor's hallway was where the most deaths of the curse were reported, and as Danielle came across that thought, her eyes widened and she stood straight.

The young woman began to walk towards the hallway, cautiously and slowly...

Outside, the official still stood, waiting for Danielle to come out. Not even twenty minutes had passed and a blood-curdling scream emitted from the house. The male jumped out of his skin, grabbing his gun from his belt and zooming inside the house, pointing his weapon upward in alert. Then, he gasped.

Danielle was gone.

On the wall, twelve words were written in neat handwriting out of the deceased's drained blood:

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it'll kill your enemies...