A/N: This is my first horror fanfiction, so tell me if it's good and if it deserves to be rated m or to stay t rated or whatever. I got the idea for this story when I went shopping for frying pans with my mom. I have such a twisted mind! Sorry. Some random updates, RWBB is on temporary hiatus because of that damned writer's block and should I get a miku cosplay or a rin cosplay ? Decisions, , Enjoy my story. BTW I don't own hetalia!
The Hallway
An unstable figure through the halls. Ragged and torn, but he still had an aura of elegance to him. He had seen so many things in such a short time, that he was but a husk of his former self. His name? Roderich Edelstein.
He used to have it all.
A beautiful manor, all the ladies he desired, and an almost unlimited supply of anything he desired. But there was no time for that.
He continued walking down the hall somberly. He could hear the faint screams,almost like someone being tortured. Strange. He could have sworn the voice sounded familiar.
"Can, can I have some food? Please, even stale pas-"
Roderich heard a dull thwacking noise, and then, silence.
He tried to pay it no mind, but he knew what he saw. There was blood seeping in under door 1. Visibly scared,despite him having seen worse, he stuck his hands in his pockets nervously.
"What's this?"
Roderich pulled out a scrap of paper with the number 3 on it. He continued walking.
When he passed door 2, he swore he could hear a rather pretty voice giggling to herself and reciting a children's nursery rhyme in a rather unsettling voice.
" Twinkle twinkle blood and gore, live people are such a bore."
Roderich shuddered and continued walking till he reached door number three.
It was at the end of the hallway, and it was an old hardwood door. He opened the door and stepped in. The room was almost entirely pitch black. He tripped on something, and when he shone his flash light on it, he almost gagged.
It was a decomposing human corpse, with almost comically large eyebrows. Roderich sprinted for the door, but it was locked. Quickly, he turned around, looking for another exit, but before he could find one, he felt a searing flash of pain hit his head and quickly and efficiently killed him.
The last thing he ever saw was a blood stained frying pan.
Ok, this story sucks. but review anyway?
