The Forbidden Room

The Forbidden Room

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Ryan interrupted me "Whats in that room?" He said Pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room. I could hardly see through all the boxes I stood up to see what Ryan was talking about. And sure enough there was a old wooden door with a metal frame that looked like it just walked out of a old movie. I just stared at it. I had lived in this house for almost seventeen years and I had never noticed a door there before. I got up, the diary and a dagger still in my hand and walked over to the door slowly. As I got closer I noticed a small sign on the door it read "The Forbidden Room" the same words in the locket I found. I wanted to open it and see what was in the other side but I was hesitant to. It could be dangerous. But my curiosity got the best of me, I reached my hand out to turn the door knob. I could hear Ryan's deep breathing behind me. My hand touched the cold metal knob. My body filled with excitement and anticipation. I twisted the handle and opened the door and was suddenly engulfed in a bright flash of white light.
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It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

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