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When the sun descended, a faint wailing echoed in the hidden hallway.



No one was present to hear the last gasp of a wretched soul who once lived inside these stiff, uninviting walls.



Many of the forty-nine remaining rooms told a unique story of their own, but no one would dare be present to listen.



Desperate pleas surrounding descriptive recounted expositions speckled the walls with dull resonance.



But to the shadow which witnessed the failing of another human soul, it added to the anthology of sins to hold a full legacy of intricate diabolical weavings in the human dimension.



The knock on the monstrous front door broke the momentary celebration of this sinister spirit.



"Another risks their existence? How sweet. I shall be fed twice today."



Had a soul witnessed this room environment, it would have shrieked and begged for mercy because the continuous rage of this home would perpetuate, allowing no one a breath of survival.



Whoever dared to ask entrance below hadn’t a single instinct about their fate.



And the already claimed souls within this mansion’s walls attempted a warning of magnificent volume. The sounding caution lost all chance of acknowledgement inside the low groan of the opening door below.



The visitor who dared spend their time here now bore all risk.



“Hello? I’m here taking part in our national census. Anyone home?”



A violent whirl of outside wind invaded the open door causing paraphernalia to be loosed into the open air, clearing the foyer of debris.





--- a possible continuation is pending ---

Grievously dead fingers crawled along the floor, inching toward the unsuspecting figure sitting calmly by the cold, frigid open window.



A hint of breathing rose above the noise of the sunset.



The deathly silent air thickened inside this isolated room of the fifty room mansion.



A spark of life sprang up from underneath the seated character.



It hadn't asked for permission to be there.



It simply claimed its lot.



Blood scattered everywhere.



The dark figure in corner witnessed this display taking in the shower of red silhouetting its own profile.



"It's the warmth from what stirs around the soul, " it described with a deep satisfied growl.



The dark shadow retreated into the blackness of the dimly lit marbled penthouse. The setting sun glinted its final farewell with reflections of fading light upon the blood droplets littering the stale floor.



Nothing reflected anywhere else inside this near-frozen abode.



A few bones crumbled one by one to the floor as if taking a cue from gravity.



The chair facing west earned its isolation once again.



---might be continued, if necessary---