- Chapter Seven.

"This kitchen seems pretty empty, huh Turtle?" Marron walked slowly over to the sink. "Red goo. How weird."
Turtle moved slowly, very slowly, over to the fridge and opened it. ON the middle shelf, there was a small silver dish with a small red blob with blinking eyes.

[Horror Movie Survival, Rule No.24]
If you find something that appears to be alive that you cannot identify, don't pick it up or touch it , with anything.

"Ooh! Food!" Marron squealed and swallowed the red blob whole.
Turtle: "..uh..duh-huh..Mar-ron..that thing was alive.."
"Oops. Oh no. I'm not feeling too good now, Turtle."
Marron clutched her stomach.
"Man..it's strange. My arms are sore.."
DUM.
"Aaaargh! My arm! Turtle, my arm!"
Turtle: "..duh-uh..hey Marron. You're left arm fell off.."
Turtle was right. Marron's left arm was lying on the floor. There was no blood though - just a stubby end like a Barbie doll's when you pull off one of their limbs.
Marron was horrified.
"One arm. Turtle, I've only got-"
DUM.
"NO ARMS! Turtle, I lost my other arm!"
On the floor was both of Marron's arms.
Turlte: "..uh..maybe it was that blob you ate.."
JZZZZZZZZZZZT. POOF.
Turtle: "..duh..Marron? Where did you go?"
Silence.
"Tuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrtle.." an echo-ey voice called.
The wind blew and the house shook with it.
All the doors around poor Turtle slammed shut, scaring the crap out of him.

[Horror Movie Survival, Rule No.53]
If you are alone in a house and something calls your name, leave the house immediately through whatever exit is in the opposite direction. If there is no exit, make one.

To Be Continued.