Severed arms, shattered limbs, human heads, and the ground awash with brain matter and scarlet blood.
The girl in the white dress trembled, leaning against the wall as she walked through the dimly lit horror corridor.
Quickly, her stiff pace accelerated, running frantically with both hands and feet, turning the corner, and tumbling from the second floor to the first.
On the living room sofa, a middle-aged man slouched against it, his newspaper soaked in scarlet blood, his fleshly neck vacant, headless.
The head rolled off the sofa, slowly coming to rest at the girl's feet, joining with the head of a middle-aged woman on the floor, their blood-chilling pale grey eyes open in death.
Whoosh~~ The sheer curtains were blown up, the sky was starry despite the sparse moonlight, the night eerily silent.
In the vacant courtyard, an eerie wailing arose, a wind of hatred whipped through, startling several sparrows into flight from the treetops outside the window.
