1924 by EZ

HORROR FICTION -- Please do not read if you don't like to be creeped out

August 2, 1924

        There was a scream. Then a moan. And then blood seeped through the door.

Jackie’s eyes enlarged. She clamped her hands against her mouth. She wanted to swing open the door and confront the killer, but she couldn’t.

She looked around, trying to find an answer. She was going to be next.

The door swung open. In the middle of the room there was a bloody corpse. A cleaver was stuck vertically in the chest of the victim. They were in a pool of blood.

Jackie screamed and slammed the door closed. She put her back against the door and caught her breath. This was not normal. She didn’t even know how she got there.

Cautiously, she creaked the door open and peeked into the room. The corpse was still there.

“I’ll just investigate, and then I’ll call the police,” she thought to herself.

She slowly creeped into the room. She noticed that the face of the corpse was a scared face. Their eyes were large, her hands seemed to be in a position of fright, and her mouth was wide open.

“What is this. . . ?” Jackie muttered to herself.

She looked down at her shoes and almost fainted. Her shoes were covered in the blood of the corpse.

She looked around. She seemed to be in some sort of dungeon—the walls were made of bricks, and there were cobwebs everywhere.

She slowly made her way deeper into the room. She noticed that there was a little lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

There was really nothing else in the room. It was just a room made out of stone bricks, with nothing else. No windows, no table, no nothing. Just a brick box with a dead body in it.

Jackie turned around to leave, but in the doorframe she saw a silhouette of a man holding a cleaver.