Stiles went inside and made sure to keep the door wide open, just in case they needed to turn around and run from anything that might want to attack them. “Is it just me or does this feel like a really horrible horror movie?” The place already felt creepy enough and the flickering lights was just adding to the atmosphere. And, of course, let’s not forget the blood splattered here and there on the walls. “After you,” he said as he motioned for Scott to keep on leading the way.

As they walked down the stairs, he put his hand down on the railing and then quickly pulled back when he felt something sticky. “Oh, ew.” He looked at his hand, which now had blood on it. “I don’t like this, Scott.” It seemed like the further down they went the more blood they were seeing.