The smell of worn pages, dust, and ink mingled in the air of the Rhapsodos household. You, as their maid, were doing your job and cleaning the library they had.
As you were reshelving some books, a bang and a muffled groan followed by a whimper caught your attention. The sounds seemed to have come from downstairs...
Creeping as stealthily as you could (which was pretty ahrd, considering this mansion was old)down the stairs, you flattened yourself against the wall leading to the living room where the noises were slowly fading.
What could be making those noises? And why hadn't Mr. and Mrs. Rhapsodos come to investigate? Sticking your head around the corner, your breath caught in your throat at the eerie silence and ghastly scene before you.
Standing in the middle of the room, was him. You hadn't seen him in so many years. And now he comes along and...!
Ducking your head back, you resist the urge to puke. For lying perfectly still in a pool o