Hellraiser
Prologue:
Henry Usher had just started to get over his wife's demise. He was still sad, of course, but he just experienced a time where he didn't think about her for a second. He felt, well, relived, that he had not had to think anymore about her wife's death in the hands of a car crash. It was troublesome how he had to think about her, that him and her holding hands, having dinner, walking on the beach, it was all in his head at the same time, every second, and he got it out! Now he could finally sleep, relax, and do stuff guys do. First step: buy some booze. He needed some of that stuff, since he started drinking it he was getting off this feeling. When he was just about to get some beer, he remembered there were some in his attic.
"Goddamn memory, can't remember a thing!" A drunken Henry shouted to himself. He was right; he could barely remember a thing, save for his wife's death. Therefore, he climbed up the wooden, creaky stairs of the attic. Almost every step snickered at Henry when his shoe touched them, and that scared him, but he summoned up his courage, and went to the attic door. Now, the attic door usually looked like a wooden board, but this time, for some reason, it was all metal, like a dungeon. Henry was drunk though, so he didn't care. Actually, he just opened the door and went inside.
Henry's attic was different from usual. Instead of just boxes and crates, there were chains, hooks, and most of all, torture devices. It was still dark and musty, though. Now Henry was scared. He didn't recognize the place at all.
"What in the Hell is this place?" Henry asked to himself.
"The Torture Chamber, welcome." said a deep, dark voice.
"Huh?" Henry turned around. "Who's here?" Henry then looked at the doorway and noticed a blue demon. It had a black suit on, that looked like something from "The Matrix". The most notable feature, though, was on his face. There were these pins, or to be more precise, sewing needles, that stuck out of his skin. Then, because he was so disgusted, he turned around, eyes closed, and there was a blue, woman demon.
"Hello, handsome." The Female Demon said in a soothing voice. Henry opened his eyes. He was shocked stiff at the sight of this demon. The demon slided past Henry, and walked next to the Male Demon.
"Who do we have here?" the Male Demon asked sarcastically to the Female.
"I think this is Henry Usher." The Female Demon replied. "We've been waiting for you." She raised her eyebrows in a seductive manner.
"What do you want?" Henry asked and cried at the same time.
"Excuse me for not introducing myself." The Male demon said, "I am the Lead of the Cenobites, a demon group that grants your desires. This is the Female of the Cenobites." The Lead Cenobite pointed to the Female Cenobite.
"What we want is to grant your wish, your desire." The Female Cenobite said to Henry.
"My desire?" Henry asked.
"To be with your wife again." The Lead Cenobite answered. "All you have to do…" The Lead Cenobite showed Henry a box, a puzzle box. "…is to open this box." Henry grabbed the box with greediness. He wanted to see his wife so badly, that he had to open it, whatever the chances were. He slowly opened the box with excitement…
His screams were heard outside as his flesh was torn off his body.