All he could hear were screams.
Terrible screams, like they were coming out of the throath of a person dying in pain.
Covering his ears didn't help anymore, he had discovered.
He had heard the screams everyday for so long now, that he even heard them in his sleep.
Sometimes, when it would start getting on his nerves, he'd sing really loud, to drown out the sound.
And sometimes the screams would transform in to singing. A voice that sang with him.
Atleast he wasn't alone anymore.
The screaming came from behind The Door.
The Door was never opened.
If he would ever open it, the screams would come out.
He didn't know for sure what a sceam looked like, maybe it would be interesting to see.
But he didn't dare.
The scream spoke words sometimes.
He couldn't hear them.
The words were so far away, buried under the screaming.
He wished they could go quiet...
One day, they went quiet.
A smell started to spread through the house.
It was almost worse than the screaming.
He didn't pay any attention to it, he had things to attend to.
He was an important man, you see.
And without the screaming, it was easy for him to remember that.
No more distractions.
Behind The Door there was no more life.
Behind The Door there was a corpse bride.
A corpse bride for a corpse, isn't that right?
She still held the scorpion in her left hand.
