Ace

_Wind hallows in despair as we approach this old deathbed, opening the crooked door stepping onto the 100 year old floor, we look around, not a very appealing place to be on a Monday night, we see scratched walls, deep scarlett-red blood stains forming the words of 'HELP ME!' You can just hear the screams in your head. Without warning, a horrific screetch rings in our ears._ W-what the hell was that..?! _We run to the noise source, to be faced with a mountain of deadly chemicals._