The isolated Y.M. mansion stood on a gravel road, eerily outside the neighborhood supermarket. Once you entered the road, you immediately knew something was wrong as it was so silent, if you dropped a pin you could hear it. That is why no one dared to enter the fluorescent gates, until on one shivering, overcast day, a couple of reckless boys met outside the pitch-black mansion. It had been rumored that 36 years ago, Y.M. Axel bought the dreary house and soon he became paranoid and became a serial killer, storing his blooded bodies in the basement. The boys played a game of rock, paper, and scissors, and a frail boy named Jamol was chosen to enter the house. He trudged up the stone path, each step he took his feet quivering. He carefully stepped up the stone stairs and put his hand on the doorknob. But just as he looked down to see his feet, his life changed. A man opened the door and started chasing him with a dagger.
Jamol quickly tripped the man down and ran straight inside the home. The man had a beard not well trimmed and eyes as red as a ripe apple. Scars were all over his body. The house had dim lighting but luckily Jamol could make out the living room. Compared to the many rooms, the living room was bare. There was only a stove, and a singular burnt pan was on it. Jamol’s stomach rumbled like a car but he knew he couldn’t stop. A murderer was chasing him. He dodged many obstacles including dishwashing liquid on the floor and then got to the next room. It was plain, with a bed and a singular white sheet on it. Then, a hand settled on his back. He shivered. His heart was beating at a million beats per second. He knew his life couldn’t end this way. He lurched Y.M.’s hand off him and threw a good punch. Then, out of his pocket, he salvaged a bag of chips which he violently tore apart. He threw the oily wrapper right at Axel’s face. Now he could escape the home. But, there was just one problem. Y.M. was blocking the door and was ready to fight back. Jamol frantically searched around the room, his hands moving as fast as the speed of light. Finally, he found a small compartment underneath the bear bed. Without any pause, he jumped into the compartment, thinking he finally lost Y.M. But little did he know, just seconds after he jumped in, he felt a similar hand on his back.
Jamol heard “I got you now.”
Then, the world blacked out.