• "What the hell is this place? I got to find my way out of here!" Panicked footsteps echoed against the cobbled path, as heavy, visible whiffs of exhalations forced themselves against the upfront of the blowing wind. The pregnant sky showed itself with rays of lunar light that shined lazily through the dark clouds and against the feverish grass. Sprinting through the gardens, a lone soul went astray from where he was originally. Now lost, he had only one thing in his mind. The need to get out of this mansion of horrors.

    Running through the chilled night, the man known as Orichi began to perspire through his wardrobe of luminescent, black, moonless leather; it being heated by the constant vigorous work of its owner and chilled by the wind. White were made bare, as the skin tight apparel the male wore did not cover that region of his body. His short sleeved leather top only goes down as far as the section just proximal to the torso, and the long gloves he wore only covers the area distal to the elbows itself.

    The male stopped abruptly, as his chest heaved heavily with every breath of air taken in. A dark fog engulfed the area and hung itself hazily around the knees and below. As he stands there lost amongst the darkness and veiled area, a sudden pulse thumped itself against his insides. The disembodied voice of darkness began to enter into his mind's ears, as he was left with a sickening feeling in the pit of his bowels. Anxiety struck, as the words were made so clear. So...ominous.

    Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'awl's neighborhood, and whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand, and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse's shell. The foulest stench is in the air. The funk of forty thousand years and grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom, and though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver, for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!

    Off 20 feet away into the distance, tombstone like cobbles rested upon a solemn hill. A howl sounded through the fog, as a gnarled claws erupted from the ground. Grotesque limbs emerged, as the bodies heaved themselves from among the spiders and worms. Funky beats began to play in the background as the dirty, bubble gum pink bears began to dance in their zombie costumes to a choreographed rendition of Michael Jackson's Thriller.

    With the funkiest intents, a hooded figure burst forth from the ground and into the air. Landing onto the grass, he leaned forward on one arm with legs spread out. Looking up slowly at the male, he smiled cynically, as his mouth was the only thing to show as the hood overcast the face. Opening his mouth wide, his chest enlarged and swelled to its fullest extent 2 feet wide; the elasticity of his red jacket giving up. Letting it all out with heart and soul, the man began to sing. "Cause this is thriller! Thriller night. And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. You know this is thriller, thriller night. You're fighting for your life in a killer thriller night."

    Tensed fingers slid harshly upon the hilt of a long sword in their grasps. Rolling it around peevishly, they gripped the weapon hard, but yet has they actually attempted to draw it out of its black sheath. With head facing the ground, Orichi grew a grin on the side of his mouth. Eyes were held shut tight, as a side of his forehead would not stop twitching. With anger raising in his visage, he barked out ludicrously, "The ******** kind of s**t is this?" Not hesitating for a single second, he turned quickly and dashed off back into the mansion.

    With thunderous claps, the group continued to boogy on down, as hips got low, heads move from side to side, and leaning shoulders shake. After a mighty, "Woo hoo", the act was over, and all the bears lined up in single file line for their payment. The Michael Jackson of the group payed them not with them money, but with salmon. Handing it out to everyone, the male chuckled to himself over his accomplishment. "Hah! The original dancers wanted me to pay thirty-nine dollars, but look at me now! One dollar per fish, and I'm making a scene! Seriously! Does it look like I'm made of money?"

    The sound of boots meeting wood reverberated off of the walls, as Orichi continued to run. Not being able to find a single egress, he hoped, at least, to be able to find a safe spot to hide for the night until he could make his search renewed. Down the ever changing path he went, as he tried his hardest to not give up. The corridors seem to lengthen in size and stretch on for eternity until he finally needed to reach the end and turn. Sweat accumulated on his forehead, as his frumpy hair did little to wipe it away. With great haste, he made it down another hall, and slid to the end and ran left.

    Suddenly, she appeared. A female's, head of flames, clothes of the darkest color of the rose, and body petite, upper body appeared and began to fall out of a room. Moving in quickly, the man slid onto his knees and 9 feet until he reached the girl. Catching her before she collapsed, he held her tightly and gave her a quick look over. Not thinking twice about the reason of her being here, he quickly hefted her onto his shoulders with a small grunt and a "C'mon", and he he quickly moved into the open room.

    Laying her down gently upon the medieval styled, king size, mahogany bed, the male began to examine her. She appeared to be of a fatigued state of being. Upon her countenance was a face fully flushed, hairs strewn across her visage, a pallor face fully flushed around the cheeks and nose. Her hair was put up into two individual ponytails, by black ties hidden by the scarlet keratin, that flowed down pass her posterior and ended in drills.Over right eye was a piece of black cloth that had a red cross shape on it. Ever so subtly, her head tilted to her left. Hands up by her hand, they appeared as if they were trying to clutch or grab at something. This was probably a reaction to the sudden faint.

    For whatever which reason it was, Orichi, for one reason or another, began to look at her lips. They were of a lovely shade of pink. They were slightly parted, and the flow of air went through them. Leaning in towards her, he could have sworn that they began to move. A...twitch. Then, truly they have moved. Tensing the muscles to form an unspoken word, but it needed not be spoken to be understood by him. When the lips moved, they formed one word. Die

    The door slammed itself fiercely, and Orichi turned his upper body shock. "What was tha-ugh!" The sky spun around and moved into a blur, as the man was pulled down and forced onto the bed. Letting out an involuntary sigh, as something pressed down upon his abdomen, the stunned male looked up completely baffled, as the girl that place he took was on top of his body.

    Her warm, rosy body leaned forward on him. Her crimson cravat continue to fold itself upon his torso, until her body touched his, her buds pressed down upon him, and their chests became intertwined. Red's body began to blush lividly, as the scent of obscenity and 'heat' secreted itself and turned into aromatic wafts into the air. She moved her body forward on him, as her face came above his own. Her longing face met with his, as both of them shared eye contact. The sclera of Red's eye was just that, red. The form of her iris was in the shape of a 3 leaf clover. Each leaf upon that single piece of grass being pitch black, as the center returned to the previously crimson color.

    His neck tensed, and eyes closed shut as the chin was lifted into the air. When this happened, the rough, warm bristle of her tongue made itself known along Orichi's neck. Turning his head away, the male was in disbelief. He took a hard swallow of his own dried spit; it felt like he was choking on an acorn. How could I be put in such a state by a girl? It's just not right. What's going on? Suddenly, everything stopped. The pressure that was once present on his torso disappeared, and all stayed still. Against his better judgement, the man chanced a peak and slowly cracked open his right eye.

    "Oh baby", chided a set of disfigured and chipped teeth that stretched from one end to another. What the man would see is nothing. A bleak and vast emptiness upon the blank visage; that was shrouded in shadows. With his eyes growing wide, so did too the round face that appeared before him. A multitude of demon red oculars appeared upon the surface; they emerged in different shapes and sizes that number up to 40 in all that took a position upon the otherwise desolate face.

    "Peek-a-boo! I see you." With a start, Orichi's mouth and eyes grew in terror. Mouth fully agape, it let out nothing but silence. Screams echoed naught, as before his dying, convulsing eyes, his own crimson blood splattered itself upon the olive drab walls, as the hollow whispers of 80's pop continued to play outside in the background. What more could he expect? Tis thriller night.