It was a dark and stormy night. A young teenager shivers as she walks against the howling wind. Seeking for refuge, she spies an old, stable mansion. The door creaks as she opens it, revealing a large living room with plastic covers over the furniture. Darkness scatters as the girl lit a candle by the old elegant doorway. She walks across the room to a rough, wooden staircase. With her candle as her only light, the naive child walks up the steps; each plank makes a deafening CREAK as her feet make contact.

Leave, a voice whispers in her ear. The girl freezes on the steps, looking for the source.

She will find you, another voice whispers, you will bleed.

Ignoring the warnings, the girl reaches the second floor. She walks down the long, endless hallway full of rooms. She enters a doorway that led to a bedroom. An elaborate bed frame takes up most of the room. The teenager sees that the king sized is made with red silk sheets. She stares, hypnotized by the bedroom.

The snow storms outside blows a window open, bringing the chilled air with it. The girl runs over to close it. Once it was latched, the girl sees a garden covered by snow and decorated with ice sculptures of young girls. She goes back to the bed’s night stand where she placed the candle. She hears a knocking at the wall. She walks over towards the noise. She touches the wall looking for the source. Her hand runs across exposed brick. One pushes in; revealing a secret door next to the bed.

With the candle as the only comfort, the young girl enters the secret passage. As she walks, she passes rooms filled with coffins. The cobwebs were like something out of a dream. The girl sees even more steps, in a spiral made of stone, tap, tap, tap, her shoes echoed against the stone stairs. The higher she goes, the more she can hear the haunting sobs of young girls crying.

The girl kicks something across the floor; she strains her eyes to see. Walking towards the object, the light shines upon it; revealing a human skull; detached from its boney body. Looking more, the girl sees piles of bones and blood stained walls.

Shaking with fear, the girl finishes the climb. When she opens the door, she finds herself in a bathroom. An elegant bathtub filled with fresh, dark red blood.

The girl looks up and sees multiple cages, in each one, ghostly figures of crying girls, no older than her. Their bodies were covered in cuts.

A beautiful young adult appears. She glows like the girls in the cages. “Time to bleed” she hisses.