Blood Bath

         He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw...

         A figure disappearing out the new window. The second thing he saw brought pools of tears to his storm colored eyes. The shock

didn't quite registered with his less than stellar brain. His gorilla hands swiped at his eyes before wrenching sobs tore from his

throat.Blood, everywhere. The pale cream of the walls now bathed in rivers of rusty blood. The floor that was at one point pure white

such as snow but now showed dark shades of pink and red. The ceiling looked as if a kid wondered in and scooped some of the

blood off the floor and splattered it on the ceiling somehow reminding him of painting with your fingers. The worst though was the

insides of several people laying there.

         He ran out. Puking off to the side of the door. Shakes racked his body as his mind directed his hand to the phone to call 911.

"Hello this is the operator please state your emergency?" Before he could say a word, something hit him on the back of the head

making everything go black.

         One day later a local newspaper came out about a story of a rapist and killer. Who took his own life with a revolver. The case

was now closed and people no longer had to worry.

         Fifty miles away in a small town a man walks to his office bathroom that is always locked with a beautiful hand crafted window.

He poised the key and pressed it into the lock. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw...