The curtains in the window shifted in the breeze, but there was no answer. He banged his fist on the front door and to his surprise, it creaked open.
Cautiously, the man stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His clothes were drenched and he was soaked to the bone. The interior of the house was dark and he strained his eyes to see in the dim light. The air seemed heavy and there was a stench of mold and decay.
There was no furniture, just a bare room. The floor was covered by a shabby brown carpet and some white sticks were strewn around. The walls were strangely curved, like a cave, and they were covered in green slime. He took a box of matches out of his pocket, struck one and held it up.
When he reached out and touched one wall, it felt cold and clammy and squishy, like raw meat. He backed away, still holding the match and his foot kicked something on the floor. When he looked down, he saw that it was something round and white. To his horror, he realized it was a human skull, staring up at him with two shadowy eyes.ま
On the ground nearby, there was another skull and over in the corner, lay yet one more. What he thought were white sticks strewn around on the floor were actually bones… arm bones, leg bones and rib bones. What he thought was a carpet was really just shaggy, bristly hair.
