Blood splattered down the steps, dripping over the sides. The man stumbled down the stairs, collapsing at the bottom step. He grabbed the rung, but fell to the floor with a great SPLAT. The red fluid was everywhere, like a thick coat of fresh paint. The beast dropped the axe to its side, a clang as it fell down a few steps. It limped off, through the doorway back to its nook in the basement. Loud creaks from the stairs startled the one lying on the couch. She got up, stealthily and hastily, watching the stairs, never letting her back face them. Hiding behind a broken refrigerator, she peeked over the edge, anxiety killing her in the very spot she hid in. The creature fumbled down the steps, a deep gurgling sound escaping its somewhat human head. It deep gash was straight in the middle of it, jagged teeth jutting out the sides of the mouth-like rip. Two yellow, blood-shot eyes stared lazily at the ground. It wore rags drench in what seemed like dust and dried blood. Pausing for a moment, it looked over the perimeter of the room, as if scanning it for more victims. She was getting quite nervous at that point, her palm sweaty and her legs shaking. The thing sat down in a corner, as if slaughtering five innocent people was a tiring errand. Its eyes fluttered and shut, its breathing steadily coming to a slow wheeze. It was now or never if she wanted to escape this thing without her head being chopped off. She quietly crawled towards the stairs, making sure not to step on the glass shards that lay on the floor. Cautiously, she shimmied up the stairs, making sure not even a squeak would escape the steps. She was almost at the top when the thing let out a loud cry. She turned around quickly, falling down on the step she was leaning on. A loud CRACK went off, and the thing got up, grabbing a jagged piece of metal off the desk behind it. She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, making sure not to trip over anything. It was already after her, weapon in hand, screaming a horrendous sound, like a banshee’s squeal. She made it to the door to find it lock. She pounded on the door, screaming for help, but it was no use. It came from behind, as fast as lighting, and stabbed her straight into the shoulder blade, blood bursting everywhere. She screamed in agony, her effort for a grasp of life in vain. It then wrapped its mouth over her head, crushing it and ripping half her face off. Skin was hanging, veins pulsing and spewing blood everywhere. It dragged all the bodies off into the basement, eating them like a savage animal that has been starved for weeks. The blood was cleaned, the door unlocked, the bodies eaten to the bon, and the “For Sale” sign blowing in the wind. The thing got back into its nook and waited for its next meal.
