Stained

Disclaimer :   Names, places and events used in this story are either products of my imagination or used in a make - believe way. Any commonality to actual persons - living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

FOR ACADEMIC PURPOSES ONLY. 

Prologue

I was enticed by the door 

Cold air touched my skin when I pushed the door ajar. It's dark and cold ; cold that gave me chills down to my spine. I walked in trying to find a switch to turn on the lights if there's any - but found none. 

So I continue walking through the darkness since my eyes already adjusted to the ambiance. 

Walk ... 

walk...

then in the middle of that room where I'm in , I stopped. 

I froze. 

I suddenly got the feeling that there's someone in this room. Like there's someone watching me from the distance. But I'm alone when I entered the room. 

I know I'm alone when I creeped in ... 

but am I really?