Curiosity Killed The Cat...

July snow lay softly on the ground, silent screams loud and clear, this place holds a secret, not one I wish to find out; but my curiosity grows stronger and stronger still. Curiosity killed the killed the cat, but I still open the door.

Back hunched, I walk down the dark depressed staircase, with creaks accompanying me with every step I take. Drops of a foul smelling liquid fall from the ceiling. I reach another door.

It opens with a loud creak and slams shut behind me, leaving me with a tremendous echo. Fear sends sweat trickling down my neck. I close my eyes and pray this is a dream, but I open them only to the surrounding darkness.

I hear footsteps, getting closer, the echo is getting louder. I can fight tears no more. They stream down my cheeks. I feel a warm breeze against my ear. I stand still like a stone monument, struck with fear. I feel a hand slither across my mouth. I am paralyzed with fear.

Curiosity killed the cat, and now it will kill me...