"What was that?" Martin asked pointing at the door, which had just opened and slammed again. "It looked, it looked a bit like Carolyn?" Douglas told him. "But...but... it was horrific?" Martin stammered "The blood from the eyes, the long white hair, the claws?" "Yeah, very much like Carolyn" Douglas snorted. "But it does mean one thing" "Wh..wh...whats that?" Martin swallowed trying to get a hold of himself. "The floor is solid again." Douglas told him. The first officer walked towards the door and tried the handle slowly this time. It turned but didn't open, he tried again, the knob just turned and turned, but the door wouldn't budge. He pulled it towards him, an it didn't move, he pushed it, shouldered it but it was no use. "It can't be locked?" Martin said, getting up and walking to the door, "it doesn't even have a lock?" "yes" Douglas hummed to himself "CAROLYN, ARTHUR?" he shouted "IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, OPEN THE DOOR!" He rattled pulled the door handle again, and pummeled it with his fist. "Douglas?" Martin whispered "WHAT MARTIN?" he snapped at the younger man. "Look behind us." Douglas turned to see a gruesome sight, blood spread across the bed, and across the floor towards them, fingers of red liquid reaching out from them, and on the bed two bloodied heads, of Carolyn and Arthur.
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"It looked, it looked a bit like Carolyn?" Douglas told him.
"But...but... it was horrific?" Martin stammered "The blood from the eyes, the long white hair, the claws?"
"Yeah, very much like Carolyn" Douglas snorted. "But it does mean one thing"
"Wh..wh...whats that?" Martin swallowed trying to get a hold of himself.
"The floor is solid again." Douglas told him. The first officer walked towards the door and tried the handle slowly this time. It turned but didn't open, he tried again, the knob just turned and turned, but the door wouldn't budge. He pulled it towards him, an it didn't move, he pushed it, shouldered it but it was no use.
"It can't be locked?" Martin said, getting up and walking to the door, "it doesn't even have a lock?"
"yes" Douglas hummed to himself "CAROLYN, ARTHUR?" he shouted "IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, OPEN THE DOOR!"
He rattled pulled the door handle again, and pummeled it with his fist.
"Douglas?" Martin whispered
"WHAT MARTIN?" he snapped at the younger man.
"Look behind us."
Douglas turned to see a gruesome sight, blood spread across the bed, and across the floor towards them, fingers of red liquid reaching out from them, and on the bed two bloodied heads, of Carolyn and Arthur.