Acephalous Frosted Six
Six entered a room. The walls that were white were covered in blue paint. It looks like someone murdered a smurf.
The child wearing a yellow hoodie ran past a statue of a woman staring blankly at no particular point on the wall across her, mostly trying to ignore the statue next to that one which was crying tears of blood.
Footsteps. Six had to hide under the table - SHIT!
Six slipped between vent bars meant for air and probably rats, falling down into a bathtub not empty, but filled with dust. Breathing was hard, and an activity Six soon learned to avoid even committing till Six jumped out of the helltub.
Falling to the knees, Six's hands slapped the papers scattered throughout the floor, decorated with frost and inked red with the word WATCHING.