Jason Binx And The Curse Of The Massacre Manor

Part 2 of Chapter 6

After we had our short group meeting, we set off down the first hallway we found, stepping over masses and masses of bodies.

Blood was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling. 

I didn't think I'd ever get that metallic smell out of my nose.

Pretty soon, we came to a door. It seemed to be guarded by the corpse of a young girl in a bright blue sundress stained with red. I tried moving her out of the way but the thickening smoke burned my eyes. blinding me for just a second.

The girl slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

From behind the door, a startled voice called out.

"W-Who's there!?....B-Binx, Is t-that you?"

It was Greg.

We all sighed in relief. 

"Yeah. It's me, buddy. We've come to res-"

"I told you not to come! It's a trap! He's not really going to let you go! He's going to keep you here and torture you, until you die. Just like he's doing with me." 

I fell silent. I had figured that might happen, but it didn't hurt to at least try and save him.

"Greg, do you know where the key is?"

"...Yes," he said, timidly.

"Could you please tell me where?"

He got quiet all of a sudden.

"Where is it, Greg?"

He sighed, then told me.

"Do you see that girl behind you? The dead girl?"

"Yes."

"I know this is going to sound totally cliche and very Saw-like but Saxton slipped the key behind her eye."

"W-what!?" I asked him, hoping it wasn't true.

"The key to the door is behind the girl's eye."

"You've got to be kidding me," I sighed to myself. 

I turned towards my friends.

"Do any of you have a pen...or a knife, or something like that?"

Gabbi stared at me, completely disgusted.

"You're not really thinking of doing that, are you!?" 

"I have to! Greg's life depends on it! So again, does anyone have anything I can use?"

Skylar pulled out a pocket knife from his soaking wet jacket.

"I've got something."

"Perfect. Thanks, Dude." 

I took the knife from him, then turned to the girl. 

Her arms and legs were sprawled out on the floor, and her filthy blonde hair covered her face, making her look like some old and dirty rag doll.

"Which eye is it," I asked Greg.

"I have no idea. I just know that it's behind one of her eyes."

Shit. I hope I got this right.

I crawled over to the girl, and slowly pulled back her hair.

I almost screamed.

Her face had sagged in from decay and her ugly blue eyes were opened wide as pus oozed out of them.

They seemed to be staring at me, which totally freaked me out.

"Oh God, I don't think I can do this," I said, starting to back away.