“Well, I think I’ll head to bed now,” said Billy, raring to go to his room.
“Wouldn’t you like… Another cup of tea, dear?” She murmured, auspiciously.
“Uh… No. Thank you” he replied.
“Hm… Suit yourself then” she stated, seemingly happy to comply.
Billy picked himself up and wandered towards the stairs at the other side of the daintily, decorated room.
“Have a good night, dear” she hummed as Billy stepped on the first oak stair.
The wooden stair creaked grimly, which he somewhat expected, seeing that the rest of this strange experience hasn’t been all the ordinary.
“Oh, and… Don’t go into the… Far room at the end of the hallway upstairs. That’s my… Personal area” she ominously stated, with the glare of the silver candelabra sat on the coffee table in her eye.
Billy then resumed to roam up the staircase, which continued to creak. With a couple more steps, he reached the entrance of the extensive hallway, which was only illuminated by one small chandelier, attached to the rigid ceiling. At the end of the hall, he saw the room that he was sternly told not to go into. An array of thoughts passed Billy’s mind. Some could see it as an argument in his own head. Should I go into the room? No, just go to bed. But… I could just look? She specifically told you to not go in there. But… I’m sure it won’t matter if I just take a quick look. Just a quick look. That wouldn’t hurt, would it? The morbidly curious side of Billy took over as he began to walk towards the mysterious door at the end of the hallway. As he did so, the chandelier above him began to flicker, as the heat on the candles became disturbed. Each step he took he could feel the fear of this one measly door tower over his frightened body, like a sinister beast lurching upon their prey. Billy’s trembling hand touched the cold, metal doorknob as he slowly began to turn it. He very cautiously opened the old, wooden door. Gently pushing the door open, he could feel his heart begin to beat at a rhythm he had never felt before. With hesitation, he swung open the door, overcoming his fear. He glared into the brightly lighted room with tremendous fear. Which then morphed into confusion, as he was very bewildered about what was in front of him. There was a table with a white, ethereal place mat atop of it. Two dainty teacups sat atop of the table that were filled with tea. It seemed like there was some sort of tea party. There were two neatly carved wooden chairs next to the table… But what sat atop of the chairs was what really struck Billy as bizarre. Two young men were sitting there. They seemed like ragdolls, slouched on the chairs without any posture or any liveliness at all.
“…Hello?” Said Billy, still in visible confusion.
They didn’t respond. They didn’t even move. That’s when the concept crossed Billy’s mind. Were these people dead? Were these the bodies of those two young men? The more Billy thought about it, the more fear swept through his body like incoming waves crashing against rocks at the beach. He decided to walk closer to the arrangement for a better look. He raised his hand above one of the cups of tea. He could tell that this tea had been here for a long time as it had a cold, flat aura close above it. Billy then, reluctantly, looked towards the eyes of the man on the right. They were empty. Without life. That’s when he felt it was confirmed. These men were dead. Billy grasped his mouth in terror, trying to piece together what he had witnessed. To completely satisfy his curiosity, Billy pointed out his finger, attempting to touch the dead body’s forearm, which was lifelessly resting against the table. Somewhat reluctantly, he tapped the corpse with the end of his finger. It felt… Strange. It felt… Soft and spongy. Like his insides were filled with… Before Billy could finish his sentence, he felt his vision become extremely distorted as his head became nausea-inducingly dizzy. Billy felt his consciousness slowly being pulled away from his body as everything deeply faded into darkness. He suddenly awoke. His vision was still uncertain, but after a few seconds of settling his eyesight began to realign. He was in a dark room, where the only light was seen from the opening of a door. He could feel that his arms were being shackled to a wall. The shackles made many clanging sounds as if they were being muffled around until they made a loud locking noise. Without notice, a silhouette shuffled towards the doorway from the inside of the room.
“You seem quite thirsty… Do not worry dear” said the familiar voice “Soon, you too will join the tea party… Well… Goodnight.”
He knew it now… The voice… It was her… The Landlady. Suddenly, he could hear the sound of the same doorbell at the entrance of the house. Billy eagerly tried to make out what the stranger and The Landlady were conversing about.
“Hello!” Said the seemingly mature, male stranger.
“Hello, dear” she replied.
“I saw your sign” the stranger proclaimed.
“Yes, I know,” she said.
“Can I come in and… Stay for the night?” The stranger asked.
“Of course… Dear” she stated, as she closed the door behind the two of them.
Taking the young man into her house… Of horrors.
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