one day i was in school, when i see some people picking on a weird kid, so then the kind me go save him, we talk for a while and i realize we have so much in common so then i decided to go to his house, he lived in this old house with no light coming in and windows painted black i said to myself "maybe its for protection", i went in he took me to his room, he had a chest and he told me NOT to go near it he showed me his house and i saw his creepy family, they scared the shit out of me, every room was painted red with fake skeleton decoration hanging, we kept walking until that room, it had a gap open and i looked, i wish i didn't, there was blood every where and a woman feeding on a dead body, she quickly looked at me and i looked away but i didn't find the kid, he was gone, i looked back to the room finding the woman running at me, sprinting towards me, i looked back and ran for my life suddenly i started seeing the skeletons rising up, it had come to my mind that the red paint...was blood and the skeletons were the unfortunate victims i ran until i got lost and then i heard the kid saying "they are all the same".
