I walked up the overgrown pathway that led to the mansion. Fog surrounded the tombstones littered on the hill behind it. Under the oak tree by the front door, there hung a broken wooden swing.
The enormous double doors that led into the house creaked and groaned ominously; it sounded as if it could be a person or animal in pain.
Dark stains covered the carpet leading to the main stairwell. The main entry hall -- a fairly empty room with only a few pillars along the side -- gained light only from cracks in the worn curtains that hid the large windows from view. As I walked through the slivers of light, rats ran over my feet. I screamed and jumped back. I gazed into the darkness the vermin had fled to, and noticed what seemed like thousands of tiny, glowing eyes following my every move.
Once I made it to the stairs, I put my hand on the railing, which I found covered in a red, sticky substance, most likely covered in blood. The steps protested under my weight. I reached the landing and gazed at the portrait I had only just noticed. A man, a woman, and a young boy sat uncomfortably on a couch. The all looked as if they had been crying. At one point, I could have sworn their eyes looked behind me and widened in terror, but when I blinked, they appeared as they did when I first saw them.
The top of the stairs greeted me with a dark hallway. Shattered glass and blood stains appeared in a path to a room on my right. More portraits lined the walls, and every pair of eyes regarded me with pure disgust. I wanted to get away from those unsettling gazes, so I opened the door on my left and hurried inside.
The room seemed to belong to a young girl. A pink quilt laid over the bed, and flowers adorned the walls.
Suddenly, I heard a menacing giggle behind me.
