Room 132

On a cold small island off the coast of Mexico there was a town that was very poor. This town mostly spoke Spanish, but some people spoke English and were very religious. They always sit around the bon fire and tell stories of myths. One of these myths was about an old cave near the shore. Anyone who went in never came out but it holds the richest treasure on the island. Only few dared to go in. Whoever did ran out almost instantly.
“Medina if I go to this cave and come out with the treasure we will be rich!” exclaimed Fernando, a tall strong Spanish man who worked for a living by the docks.
“I don’t want you going I there, if you die who will make the money for our children!” shouted his wife as she flipped dough for some bread for dinner.
“I need to go. No one can stop me from becoming rich.” and at that Fernando slammed the wooden door and stomped down to the beach. “My own wife doesn’t think I will come out of this cave alive. It is just a stupid myth.” he muttered to himself. The waves crashed against the rocks of the beach. Fernando climber the slippery rocks to the cave without falling. When he touched the soft sand of the beach he notice that animal foot prints lead inside the cave and were filled deep with blood.
“It was just a wounded animal, that’s all,” Fernando thought. As he entered the cave a light twinkled on toward the back of the cave. As the light illuminated the surroundings it revealed an old broken up house with windows smashed and tide marks on the drenched wood of the base. The man shuttered and walked up the porch of the house. He could feel the creaks of the wood under his feet. He slid open the rusty door to the light.
The room was filled with old antiques and bare walls and an elaborate staircase that led to the second floor where the light had been turned on. Then he noticed the bloody animal footprints that led up the stairs. Fernando followed them eagerly. Like the porch these stairs creaked horribly and chilled him. On the second floor the prints disappeared as if it was a ghost. There was only one hall way so he followed it. As he turned the corner several hallways appeared but there was no doors. Fernando turned down the left one and saw a room with a door and light coming out of it. He ran towards the door expecting to see mounds of gold and silver but suddenly fell face first on his back. He stood up and looked at the door bewildered and realized that it was a mirror.
Why would someone put a lone mirror in a hall way, he thought. The man, shocked, turned around and saw the same door. He noticed he was also in a different hall way. He slowly made his way to the door, step by step. There appeared to be no mirror and he creaked the door open. He saw in that room menacingly black and red flames jumping up from a circle of rocks in the middle of the room. To his horror blood trickled out from all directions of the rocks. Suddenly he heard a growl and the bloody prints appeared again. A menacing black bloody hound stepped out from the fires.
The beast gave a blood curling howl. The only thing Fernando was thinking was to run down the hall way as fast as he could. The dog leapt at him gnawing its teeth and barking. Fernando fled down the halls one by one. He turned the corner to find another hall just as the same. Behind him the dog lashed and tore at his shirt. He stumbled but kept running as he could feel his shirt soak with blood. Finally as he turned the corner he saw a open room with no door but a lone window. Fernando threw himself in it not knowing what to find.
Fernando lay there for a few moments knowing that the dog was gone. He got up and looked around. The room was totally bare infront of him. The room only held the single window that on the other end was a room where the bloody demon dog was but this dog was sitting very still looking at the hall way which it came. Suddenly Fernando noticed a tall hooded figure walking very slowly down to the room. The dog still sat silent and the figure stepped towards the window. Slowly and slowly until it stopped and pulled its sleeve down to reveal an icy chilled hand. The hand moved towards the window. The closer it got the more frightened Fernando became. Suddenly it stopped a few feet from the window. Fernando felt a cold tight hand on his shoulder. He felt colder and colder, then hot but cold. His bones chilled and his skin became numb. The figure moved closer to the window until Fernando could feel the cold deadly breath on the back of his head.