House of Horrors Part 1
The shadows moved with purpose—the workers, thirty strong, silent but ominous, creeping ever closer to the house.
He closed the door, dragging a wooden table behind him like a crude barrier. His hands closed around the rusty fork, feeling a cold bite, then he dropped it to pick up the heavy hammer, testing its weight in his bloodied hands. A voice rang from behind the door: "Open up, you madman!" "Death is inevitable!" The driver's eyes widened, glowing faintly in the darkness like smoldering coals. He remained silent, defiant, watching the shadows outside. Suddenly, a window in a side room shattered. The workers began to climb in, one by one, their intentions clear and deadly. The driver st