Chapter 2 The butcher

They arrived at the mansion under the cover of darkness, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The mansion loomed above them, its towering spires and turrets reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers.

"This place is seriously creepy," Matt whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

"Come on, it's just a house," Alex replied, pushing open the creaking front door.

The group stepped inside, their footsteps echoing off the walls. They found themselves in a grand foyer, the ceiling lost in darkness. A chandelier hung above them, its crystals dulled by years of grime.

As they moved deeper into the mansion, they began to notice strange things. Doors would slam shut on their own, and the sound of footsteps could be heard echoing down the halls.

"I don't like this," Sarah whispered, clinging to Alex's arm.

"We're almost there," he replied, his voice low and reassuring.

They finally reached the basement, a damp and musty space filled with cobwebs and decay. In the center of the room, they found a large, metal door with a rusted lock.

"This must be it," Jack said, his eyes shining with excitement.

With a few quick twists of his lockpick, the door swung open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. The walls were lined with shelves, each one filled with boxes and containers.

"Jackpot!" Matt exclaimed, rushing forward to examine the treasure.

But as they began to dig through the boxes, they realized that something was off. The containers were filled with strange and disturbing objects: human skulls, bones, and other gruesome trinkets.

"What kind of sick person collects this stuff?" Emily asked, her voice filled with disgust.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The group froze, their hearts pounding in their chests.

And then, they heard it. A low, menacing chuckle seemed to come from all around them, echoing off the walls.

The group knew they had to get out of there, fast. But as they turned to leave, they found that the door was no longer there. In its place was a solid, brick wall.

They were trapped.

As the chuckling grew louder, the group realized that they were not alone in the mansion. The Butcher's malevolent spirit still lingered, waiting for its next victims.

The group frantically searched for a way out, but every door led only to more twisted corridors and dark, sinister rooms. They stumbled upon a room filled with photographs of The Butcher's victims

The photographs were gruesome, showing the victims in various stages of terror and mutilation. The group could feel The Butcher's presence in the room, his evil energy lingering in every corner.

"This is sick," Emily whispered, her eyes scanning the horrific images. "We have to get out of here."

But as they turned to leave, they heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, as if The Butcher himself was coming for them.

The group froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they had to move, but their legs seemed rooted to the spot.

And then, a figure appeared in the doorway. Tall, imposing, and twisted, with eyes that glowed like embers from hell.

The Butcher.