the room

It was dark, i could'nt see anything. The floor below me felt like old, wet wood rotting away, as if it had been here for centuries and seen it's fair share of Storms and rough weather. Another thing was that it smelled horrible...putrid even, the smell making me Gag as it invaded my Nostrils. Apart from the Darkness and Smell i could feel one thing...hatred, it enveloped the are like a malevolent aura and it struck me, sending shivers up my spine. Maybe it came from my brother thanks to what i did, but that din't matter other things were of higher priority at the moment. I had to find some sort of light source and fast, i fear that the hatred that i sence wil manifest itself, and lets just say...humans don't reason when fueled by rage, and seeing as how im in the receiving end of said rage i'd rather no tempt it.
As i was searching around i stumbled on something, it was a soft Bag-like thing and it sorta felt like a body...I reached down and touched it and immediately took my hand back. The texture was cold but rough, and it had...squirmy things? i could'nt tell what it was but i could tell you it was living and attached to the body-like object. I race-walked away from the object making sure that none of the things living on it got on me.