The box, the door,the crumbling brick, it begged me me to enter.
Bright red stared up to me from the steps, blood. As I entered a horrific stench enveloped my nostrils, the smell of decaying flesh. A single staircase was all that there was in the room, going up to the attic covered in blood. I'd been orded to give a letter to some one in the attic but as I neared the end of the staircase, a weed of doubt entered my mind. I tore open the letter and stared with shock, at what it said,
"This is my last one for today." What did it mean? I'd reached the top by now so I peeped through the peep hole and there against the back wall were hundreds of pies, and a mans leg was going through a mincer.
Relisation hit me like a brick wall. I had been sent to be made into pies.
The end
Bright red stared up to me from the steps, blood. As I entered a horrific stench enveloped my nostrils, the smell of decaying flesh. A single staircase was all that there was in the room, going up to the attic covered in blood. I'd been orded to give a letter to some one in the attic but as I neared the end of the staircase, a weed of doubt entered my mind. I tore open the letter and stared with shock, at what it said,
"This is my last one for today." What did it mean? I'd reached the top by now so I peeped through the peep hole and there against the back wall were hundreds of pies, and a mans leg was going through a mincer.
Relisation hit me like a brick wall. I had been sent to be made into pies.
The end