#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
The room was dark, save for a single beam of moonlight that fell across the floor. I blinked, trying to focus my blurry vision. My head throbbed, and I felt a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I looked down at my hands, and my heart skipped a beat. I was holding a bloody knife.
I tried to remember what had happened, but my thoughts were hazy. I couldn't recall anything before I woke up in this dark room. I looked around, trying to find any clues. There was nothing but dust and cobwebs.
I stood up, careful not to slip on the dusty floor. I walked towards...