The night had been just as chilling and ghastly as the one before. But, I decided it best to end this dreadful business tonight. The weather was perfect, calm and peaceful, and yet… My heart thought it a storm that was only in the most disturbed imaginations. Twisters touched the ground and lava oozed from cracks that the lightning created.

                Maybe I was out of my mind, anyone who would actually be considering doing this would have to be insane. My body felt numb, small metallic spheres jumbling in my limbs as I walked the trek up that small concrete cape. Weeds poked from the cracks in the abused staircase, reaching up to stop me. I stomped on their heads in denial as I stepped up to that old dusty red door.

                Ooh that door! That door was my undoing! I hated that door with its rusted brass knobs and cracked paint. Small ornamental silver decorations lined the smooth knocker. The cold steel tickled me as I brought it up to announce my presence…

                And then the door opened. OOH it opened! Like some sly ghost had planned the whole thing, a demon sent from Lucifer himself to outwit me. I had to force my quivering self to stay calm. Every fiber of my being was tearing at my heart, my conscience thundering in my ears. But, I felt the reassuring cold steel of my quaint weapon concealed in my tight pocket. I had gone too far to return now.

                No lights lit those damned hallways. That man had damned them, put that oh so dreadful curse on their unwelcoming bare walls. Pictures of long-dead ancestors watched me as I made my way past them, whispering about where to put the next photo after I had finished my business. I approached his room, malice spilling from the small crack where the door and the floor refused to meet. The doorknob shined back at me, smiling as if to say “You aren’t really going to do this.”