#* fear

     He headed up to his room and unlocked the door with his keycard, a sigh coming from his lips as he stared at the floor when he entered the room. A foul smell made his nose twitch and cringe. His eyes followed up from his feet to the smell with formed from across the room. At first, Jasper didn’t know what to think. There was a body of a man on the other side of the room, sprawled out on the ground. Blood was drenched on it’s clothes and red blotches were stained everywhere on the floor. On the wall behind it there was also a streak of dry blood reaching from halfway up the ceiling all the way to the floor.

     The first thing that Jasper did was loose his balance and immediately start to shake. One of his greatest fears had overcome him: Necrophobia, the fear of dead things. Jasper tried desperately to back himself up out of the room only to hit his back against the door that closed itself. He found it hard to breathe suddenly as his breath skipped and stopped it’s pace.

     Jasper curled up in a little ball and peeled his eyes off of the body, staring down at his knees. He brought his hands to the top of his head and pushed it down, not letting himself look up again. His face became pale as the picture stained his mind. Jasper blinked several times like it would clear the picture from his brain. It would work no matter what he tried. Sickly coughs and wheezes came from his throat as he tried to push away from the body still. 

     Flower was confused and had nearly no control over the body. All he understood is that there was something wrong with Jasper in the situation, and it was making him sick to his stomach. Flower did his best to close his eyes and look back to the door. He reached up with a shaky arm which missed the doorknob twice before taking the handle and struggling to get it open. After finally opening the door up just a little, Flower dragged him and Jasper out of the room. His legs were like bricks and couldn’t be moved to stand up.