"Dling-"
I abruptly rang the doorbell. Without a specific reason, my heart started to race fearsomely and sweat flowed down my cheeks to the chin. Peculiarly, a sense of anxiety traversed through my body, arriving every single vessel.
Shivering I stood in front of the dark gate, yet the house door was never pushed open, not even an inch. The darkness in the night made the gate to appear even darker. The gate was never painted black nor spiked, neither did I receive a notice about gate-painting. However, the paint on the gate seemed permanent and applied long ago. The darkness never faltered, screeching the house with tenebrosity.
Roughly a quarter had passed, yet no response was made. The lack of avidity within the house had made my heart beat even more horrendously. Ultimately, I had no alternative but to crash the door open although filled with fear and uneasiness.
The moment the gate swinged around its hinge, a nauseating smell of filth and blood rushed into my nostrils. The pungency had exceeded the smell of five dead rats within a single enclosed room. I shudderingly walked into the house, in search of my dearest mother.
Upon entering, the effluvium spread further. Every corner of the house was filled with a smell of detritus. Persevering, I looked for my mother; behind the sofa, in the tub, under the mattress... yet there was no trace of life. At this point, the only location I had not entered was the master bedroom, where the smell was the most vigorously emitted.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The image in front of me had me utterly aghast. The whole room, including the walls and the ceiling, was painted in crimson. Blood was dripping from the ceiling, to the flooded ground. My legs was immediately submerged in red, and it was as if the liquid was pulling me down. In the middle of the room there sat a crimson earring and a lock of blonde hair dyed in dark-red. I was fully aware of what these belonged to. Without omen, my knees knelt to the ground as hard as ever as my whole body was splashed in crimson. My heart raced as fast as it could explode and my pupils dilated as if my soul was trying to escape from that tiny gap. Tears and sweat diluted in that pool of red liquid, as my sanity was slowly ingested.
I crawled strugglingly to the centre of the room to obtain the earring. As I moved forward, more parts of my torso was covered with that cold dampness. The originally clear earring shone a bright red light as it floated. Decisively I pushed the needle of the piercing right into my left ear. A sudden agony exploded in my body, and my blood started to drip and fuse with the ground's. Ultimately, I could not take the pain and my whole body collapsed. Before I closed my eyes, a big "M" on the ceiling of the house of a poor widow was seen clearly.
As I turned unconscious I had a dream. There was two men wearing a cloak surrounding a naked woman with a knife stabbed into her heart. Fresh blood flowed through the wound slowly, as the woman's body slowly deconstructed and finally vanished. The blood spread on the marble ground, penetrating towards its every corner. One drop of that blood flowed towards me and up my body, to my wound in my left ear. It was almost magical, as the wound healed itself and the earring was held in place.
My mind was screeching, yet I could not move an inch. I squinted at the two images faraway, as they asudden knelt down and said a sort of a cant. The figure on the left was clearly taller than the right, and the right had part of its calf damaged by veins. As they canted more and more concentratedly, the blood which spread out on the ground abruptly gathered and rushed through to the figure's shin. A sound of an explosion was heard, as the blood carefully generated new tissues from the point of contact. Within mere seconds, a new leg was formed. The two kowtowed to a dark figure repeatedly as I slowly lost my consciousness and my mind falling to an abyss.
The last fragment I heard from the dream was "π±πΎππΆπ π πππΎππΆ".