The House of Daggers

11:59 P.M.

House of Daggers

Same day

Chapter Three

          “Hoo…” Madeleine sighed.

          “Yeah…” Brittany responded. But then she added, “Why are we here? Anyways…”

          But she couldn’t finish her sentence.

          ‘Ha-ha…’ a sinister sound.

The two girls looked around.

The room contained a door, from which they came, a staircase, and another door.

“The door…Let’s go!” Madeleine screamed.

The two girls started rushing towards the door, hair whizzing past their heads, eyes so fixed on the promising and so real door. Only to have it fade… from the existence, to disappear.

“What?” Brittany and Madeleine yelled.

The door faded, and soon enough only the wall remained. The two girls turned their heads vigorously, looking for somewhere to go. The door that had been their entrance had seemed to disappear too. So, they had no choice. They had to take the stairs. The evil looking, red dragon handled stairs. Going into an ominous looking red gas filled room.

“Let’s go.” Madeleine said, looking towards the staircase.

“What, are you crazy? There has to be another way. There has to…” Brittany responded, shaking her head, staring at the ground.

“What, do you want to DIG ourselves out of here?” Madeleine snickered, tapping her foot against the marbled floor.

“Oh, no. I guess…” Brittany spoke.

So the two walked to the stairs and started to go down them. They reached the bottom of the flight, and as soon as the crimson red fog cleared, they gasped.

Around the room, hanging by chains, were skeletons. And in their heats, stomachs, practically their whole skeletal bodies, were daggers, sticking out of them.

 “Wha, wha , wha?” Brittany spoke, her voice shaking.

“They’re the people. The dead people.” Madeleine answered, her voice shaking too.

Then there was another laugh, the dark, sinister, laugh like before. And then Brittany and Madeleine turned their heads. In front of them stood a man, or a man-like demon. He was very tall, and he was dressed in a tuxedo that had a deep red rose on it, his hair went in front of his face, and you could barely see his eyes, but the two saw enough. They were red, like the red grass, and the red rose. And he was back to them, but they could also tell. Madeleine and Brittany knew. He was smiling.

“Yes, little girl,” He said, “You are correct. Those are the dead people that invaded my house.”

He turned around.

“And you,” He spoke, pointing at Madeleine, “Will end up the same way.”

A hair fell off of Madeleine’s head, floating towards the man. He dropped his hand down. Then a slashing sound. Madeleine’s hair had been cut in half. In a fraction of a second. By the man.

He turned around, raising his hand by his head. And then Brittany and Madeleine saw a sharp object. A dagger, coming right of his hand.

‘Oh my god,’ Madeleine thought, ‘If he can cut my hair like that, in a milli-second, he can kill me in a second. We have to get out of here. Right. Now.’  

“Ha, I can see that you are afraid.” The man said, starting to walk towards and empty wall. “Good, you should be. Don’t miss me too much.”

Madeleine and Brittany began running to the stairs. But then they stopped. Because…

The man starting disappearing into the wall. But before he was gone he said, threatening in a soft voice:

                                     “I will be back

                                        To kill you!”

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