P R O L O G U E

'disgusting' I thought as I overturned a book covered in blood. Something that I wasn't scared of anymore, just disgusted. Although it didn't make any sense, this house seemed so secure, no easy entrances and the doors were impossible to picklock successfully. I got in by busting a small window, so how can there be so much blood all around the house? I stood back up cautiously as I heard a floorboard creak behind the closed door. I quickly held my breath, not moving an inch, outside I heard a female groaning and muttering "holes, holes, I can't stand the holes. They had holes, they made me itch, it's their fault. THEIR FAULT!" 'phobee' I thought, its the nickname I gave them. People consumed by their fears. I still, to this day don't know how the fear is picked, it seems to be random from what I've gathered. This woman seemed to have trypophobia, she was now in the next room muttering still. I clutched the bat in my hand and sighed raggedly. I'll never get over how normal they sound even though they're just monsters formed by fear. This certain phobia gave these things the ability to form temporary holes around a person, deep enough to get stuck. From there the hole closes up and crushes you alive, leaving a nice thick soup for the phobee to drink up. I know, gross, but I've dealt with these before, if you can trick them into their own holes, they're extremely easy to kill. I took a deep breath and scanned the room, my eyes stopped on a pencil holder paperweight 'perfect', I picked it up from the desk and inched toward the door. The woman's mumbling was just down the hall, the perfect distance, I set down my bat and took out my knife, and prepared for my surprise. I opened the door just enough for me to throw the paperweight directly at the ground beside the woman's feet. Naturally, she yelped and cried out "You have holes too!" she formed a huge cluster of holes all around the hall and cried out as she fell into one of them. "No! You're bad! you have holes! I itch! I itch!" she screamed, I came out of the room quickly and quietly until I came to the hole the woman was trapped in. I cringed at the never-ending screaming claiming that she itches, I bent down and plunged my knife directly into the top of her head, blood splattering all over my arm and knife. The woman's perforated body crumbled and melted into a small mass of organic blood and goop. I cringed 'killing these things is so gross', I went to the neighboring room and got a non-blood soaked piece of clothing to wipe off my arm and hand. Just as I picked up my bat I heard at least four other yelling voices upstairs, all I picked up was "noise means bad humans are here! they have too much blood! Blood is gross and it makes me itchy!" That must have been the reason for all the blood here, the survivors in here must have turned and killed the remaining ones."The blood! The pain! It's so itchy! So itchy!" I didn't need any further indication that it was time to get the hell out of there. I raced across the house, dodging the now closing up holes, desperately searching for an exit, then I remembered how I got in the house in the first place. I turned and scrambled out of the very window I broke to get inside and ran as fast as I could away from the house.