Bryce 4, Poser 4

I waited a few more moments, listening and watching, but no one answered my call. Taking a deep breath I took a step out into the hall. I could feel the grit from the broken tiles beneath my bare feet. A passing thought of why they were bare tickled my memory but was quickly lost as I realized that there was something about the hall that wasn't quite right. What it was I couldn't quite figure out so I took another step forward, taking care to avoid the blood on the floor. As I neared the other side, I reached out to push open the door, steadying myself against the cool tiles on the wall. That was it, I thought, the floor was covered with broken tiles and encrusted with dirt but the wall tiles were clean and well maintained. How odd! I shrugged, unwilling to take the time to figure this out, and gently pushed on the door. It swung open slowly revealing a small room furnished just like the one I had been in. Reaching inside the door frame, I found the light switch and flipped it up. A sickly light barely illuminated the room. The almost new mattress was slightly askew on the rusted metal bed frame while the walls were covered with a sickly green paint, peeling from age and dampness. I took another step into the room, pushing the door farther open until it met with soft resistance. A wet sticky substance came into contact with my foot, slowly oozing around my toes. I looked down in horror to see a woman's arm protruding from behind the door. A congealing pool of blood had spread out from under the arm to my foot. I stepped quickly back into the hall, gasping. The door swung shut with a soft thud as I collapsed against the cool, somehow comforting tile wall.