The woman gave birth with a witness at her feet and a man in her bed.&nbsp; The mansion was breathing when the structure ate the witness. The wallpaper moved, shaping the victims bodily frames, outlining their bodies as they scratched the walls from the inside out. Stalking past the corridors, the witness knelt before a large cross. The walls screamed as if the previous victims had attempted to warn the witness. The mansion appeared mostly hollow, however the contents inside the walls were most not hollow.&nbsp; The heavily pregnant woman screeched past the master bedroom, inching closer into the corners. Darkness rested in the corners of the mansion, almost no sound nor light reflection could be reached there. Cobwebs coated the furthest inch of the mansion's interior. Holes in the ceilings were constantly travelling at most inconvenience. Seemingly there were blood trails on the already crimson carpets.&nbsp; The witness followed.&nbsp; Not just one trail, but one of many, and confusion draped over the witness. The witness left something of a trail herself. She followed the wettest, scarlet path, staining the crimson carpets with dirt from the earth. Floors creaked surrounding the witness followed by a shadow.&nbsp; The pregnant woman crawled her way out of the master bedroom, throughout the corridors and of course, leaving a trail of blood behind her body autonomy. The pregnant woman was naked. She reached a bloody hand for the witness. The witness curled in horror.&nbsp; A man rolled out of the black, silk sheets and eagerly departed the master bedroom, passing the nursery, therefore approaching the naked, pregnant woman and the witness. Seemingly the man did not notice the witness nor met her wet, pleading eyes. His own eyes, however, singled out the pregnant woman.&nbsp; Crawling his way toward the pregnant woman, his hands latched onto her bloodied leg and forcibly pulled her towards the kitchen. The man deemed the kitchen an appropriate birthing place, with all those knives and such. The pregnant woman was placed on the white, centre counter.&nbsp; The witness followed.&nbsp; Perhaps the man spoke now, grunting a demand for the pregnant woman to open, however, it is unclear whether or not the walls were grunting instead. The birthing woman seemed to know what to do, as if she has done this before. The witness covered her ears with her hands until the man grunted at her not to. The witness obeyed at the birthing woman's feet.&nbsp; There is something about a bloody nursery. A baby girl coated in bodily fluids was placed in her crib, warm and oblivious to her surroundings. The pregnant woman continued to crawl away and continued to leave a trail of blood. The witness sung an unsettling lullaby to the baby. The man was deep in thought sitting on the counter top where the woman gave birth. The no longer pregnant woman was somewhere in the walls now, the victims snatched her up to claim as one of their own.&nbsp; The baby's cries of hunger could be heard from the dirty nursery.

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