A Book Of Dares » Places

         I walk around the house, lost. I look around at all the old photos hanging on the wall.. and I shudder. The photos are faded, glass cracked...

One falls off the wall.
The glass completely shatters and shards fly up at my arm. The top of the frame clatters to the ground, the edge, sharp, twists around and cuts my leg. The cut on my leg wasn't that deep, but the frame slid down my leg enough to rip my legging. I had a feeling the ones on my arm were deep

"Crap!" I scream.

I look down at my arm, bloody. The picture was the largest on the wall, and now about a quarter of the glass is somewhere lodged into me. I drop to my knees, screaming. I looked down at the picture below me, and it seemed to smile at me.

My guess is they don't want us looking around the house without a reason.