The house was dark and damp and rotting to the core. Woodworm had set in almost everywhere meaning wherever you happened to stand would almost certainly result in your foot disappearing through the floorboards. Victorian furniture lay unused, inches thick in dust and tangled in cobwebs. Ryan stirred and woke in immediate pain from his head and arms. His head due to the thump of being pushed onto the rotting floor, his arms because they were tied together above his head on what looked like an ancient, rusting meat hook.
He struggled to get free and called for help, his throat felt like sandpaper and the damp musty atmosphere made it almost impossible to breathe. He wasn’t really sure what to expect when he knocked on the door, all he wanted was to borrow a set of jump leads for his crappy car.
The humid air in the old house suddenly turned to ice, Ryan instantly shivered, he yelled and screamed as she slowly appeared in front of him, almost floating down the stair case. She glowed electric blue with long black hair that looked like rats tails, covering her face. She slowly parted the hair from her face to reveal a black hole, the old house shook where it stood as she shot toward him and shrieked into his face.
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