Chamber of Horrors
A friend of mine… have you seen her? Have you heard anything from her lately? These are the only questions that live in my mouth perpetually. Hoping intently to find my one and only best friend, who would never leave my hand or sight. There, I see the most unusual habitat of the most aberrant creature this town has ever had the opportunity to previse.
As I strode in, a bone-shattering chill flew at me through the smashed window as the piercing cold air sucked on my body-heat like a leech hungry for blood. The ear-splitting silence was soon interrupted by a small creak from the door at the end of the petrifying corridor. As the door swung open at full speed towards me, I sharped into the room. The quick happening of it all forced me to leap back and crash into the shattered pieces of glass from the broken mirror next to me. Despite my blood rapidly dripping to the worn-out floor I slowly stepped sideways to continue travelling through the dark, terrifying house.
Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep blood stains of the dead. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for centuries; selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into its unsolved maze. Which has my dear friend puzzled in.
Suddenly, a bang followed from behind me. The noise; it came closer. THUMP! THIMP! T-H-H-U- with one swift turn the last thump was interrupted and turned into a swoosh and bang as an object fell on the floor. I lowered down to see the mysterious object... a damaged picture frame touched my fingertips; I peeked into the ghastly frame, covered in webs and THERE she was.... slow breathing, sleeping soundlessly in a picture frame and that is when my heart decided to race a marathon. WHERE IS SHE? I exclaimed. My voice shakes as a lump blocks my throat. How on Earth is her picture pondered in this cursed cellar?
Gently descending down, finally the thought of “she has to be in here” running around my head; I stepped on the squeaky spiral staircase into the basement and seeing the walls mounted with animal heads. They were all covered in cobwebs like the rest of the house indicating nobody has been in here for at least a decade. As I started to ascend back up the stairs something in the corner of the room caught my eye... a glass rested on the table full of ice cubes, looking as though it was filled up seconds ago...