Pitch Black
That old lady creeps you out. Besides, the last thing you want to hear is some bothersome tirade to the tune of "old lady breath". You run back down to the large living room, but are merely a few steps inside before you hear a subtle whistling noise followed by the sharp pain of a dagger in your back, courtesy of the old woman you'd turned the back TO.
You crumple to the floor like a moldy sack of potatoes as the murderous hag approaches your side. You think to reach out and take her legs out from beneath her, but the dagger implanted in your back sends horrendous shooting pains up and down your spine when you try to move your arms.
She stops beside you long enough for you to see her hook and eye closure black ankle boots (circa 1910, you're guessing) before she rips the knife from between your shoulder blades. She peers down at you evilly as she says, "The Annie Oakley of knife-throwin', they usedta call me. Heh heh." You're already beginning to feel the first twinges of shock when you see her rare back and throw the dagger for a bulls-eye IN YOUR RIGHT EYE! Her cackles fill the room as she reaches to obtain the dagger again.
You involuntarily close your left eye, because you're pretty sure you don't want to see what's next. You're right.
You crumple to the floor like a moldy sack of potatoes as the murderous hag approaches your side. You think to reach out and take her legs out from beneath her, but the dagger implanted in your back sends horrendous shooting pains up and down your spine when you try to move your arms.
She stops beside you long enough for you to see her hook and eye closure black ankle boots (circa 1910, you're guessing) before she rips the knife from between your shoulder blades. She peers down at you evilly as she says, "The Annie Oakley of knife-throwin', they usedta call me. Heh heh." You're already beginning to feel the first twinges of shock when you see her rare back and throw the dagger for a bulls-eye IN YOUR RIGHT EYE! Her cackles fill the room as she reaches to obtain the dagger again.
You involuntarily close your left eye, because you're pretty sure you don't want to see what's next. You're right.
