Pitch Black

You turn to run like the little bitch you are from this withered old hag, but she trips you, landing you face-first in the crimson carpeting with a "Splat!" (I guess now you know why it's crimson). Before you can even say, "Ewww, yucky!" grammie has retrieved a dagger from the knotty bun her hair is pulled back into... and plunged it upwards into your brain stem! She sloshes it around, gleefully making brain soup, but at this point you can't feel a thing.