The mist had gradually started to build up over the hills, high up over a path, which could barely be seen by a human eye, which led to a deserted, run-down house. A few hundred years ago, a family used to live there.
There were always diseases going around in those times. In fact, people were dropping dead like flies every day or so.
Anyway, back to the story. No one else would know that in that house, a murder was taking place that very second. Herbert Itzingler was out on his own when the fog up ahead started to build up like a portal, so it was impossible to see where you were going. He noticed the wreck up ahead, so he went inside to ask for a bed for the night. When he had fully stepped inside, the oak doors behind him slammed shut. He could tell that he was being watched.
In front of him, he saw a large marble staircase, which led up to a hallway, which at every glance seemed to move further and further away. As Herbert approached the staircase, he saw it was guarded by an over-whelming number of flickering candles. Suddenly he heard a movement coming from the hallway above.
“Hello!”, he called, to no one in particular.
“Come, come”, said the voice, and at that moment a mysterious force pushed Herbert to the top of the staircase, and into the hallway. Not all the candles in the world could have lit that hall. The voice came back again. “Come into my hands man”, said the voice, in a calm sort of tone. Once again, the same force pushed Herbert closer and closer to the unknown voice. Up ahead, a blue glimmer of light came into view. Herbert didn’t have a clue what was happening.
“What the…” Underneath Herbert, a trapdoor opened and he fell down it. A tunnel seemed to go on forever, until suddenly, he landed on a pile of human bones. “What is this place?” said Herbert, puzzled.
“This is your worst nightmare”, said a completely unknown voice, and a hand sank into Herbert’s shoulder.
The hand was now sinking deeper and deeper into Herbert’s shoulder. It seemed to him that this hand was plunging into his flesh. “What do you mean, my worst nightmare?”, asked Herbert, wincing as pain got the better of him.
“You have entered an area which you shouldn’t have”, confirmed the voice.
“W, w, wait a minute, you listen to me. I didn’t drop in here on purpose. I…” “No, you listen to me. You shouldn’t have come here. Now, you will pay!” Herbert could now fully see the thing he was talking to. It was…a skeleton.
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