Walking along the road, I was really tired and bored. But then as luck would have it, I found a huge mansion. It looked a bit rusty, but I was glad to stop somewhere since all the houses seemed a bit boring. I entered the house and when I knocked on the door, it fell down. Now aren't doors supposed to stay on the hinges? Oh well. Must be a pretty badly built door. 'Hello?' I yelled, 'Anyone home?' There was no answer except for some growls and evil laughter, bouncing around the halls like several rubber balls bouncing around and colliding into each other. Very, very strange. Those noises must be home to the family who live here.
I could see a bad red paint job on the walls. I guess it could be a red paint accident or blood. Blood? Hmmm, I wonder why the painter of this house would wanna slash themselves and get their blood to be sprayed all over the walls? I bet the people who live here must have hired some suicide painters. They must have been to poor to afford real paint. I guess suicide painters offer quite cheap prices. But what use do the dead have of money aside from inheritance? Anyway, I saw blood and lots of it. It was really gross. Something told me that these people were quite unfriendly. But why judge their personality when they have such a great house?.
As I ventured down the halls of this mansion, there was a strange feeling down my spine as if someone with metal gloves grabbed it and decided to use it as a baseball bat. I know that it's rude just coming into someone's house without permission, but they aren't exactly very friendly, so I guess we're even. I looked at the paintings on the walls, where they normally are hung up, as opposed to the floor or the ceiling. Actually, some people might use the ceiling to put their paintings up. The paintings looked really horrific. Nothing but vampires and other odd portraits. Even worse was where the eyes were always moving. I carefully lifted the paintings to see what was lurking behind them.