With a tight grip on the flashlight, I pushed open the door. The creaking would unhinge even the strongest of thrill-seekers. Stepping inside the room, every hair on my head stood at attention, my breathing stilled to small, rapid intakes of air. I was afraid. While my ears and eyes were laser-focused on the creepy surroundings, the nauseating stench of rot filled my nostrils.
I lost my ability to remain calm as the light beam revealed mountains of hacked-up bodies; blood trails everywhere.
“You’re next,” whispered the voice behind me.
I could only gurgle as the knife sliced my throat.