Daring?

I had just had my dinner, after interrogating the strange lady, and was returning to my room when I heard a groan, like someone in pain. Curious, my legs took me towards the room. I knew I should have run, at least go back to my chamber, but I didn't do that. I wanted to know what caused the noise. After all, I was as good as dead. I couldn't count how many times I stared death in the eyes.

Going to that one room would only make my death quicker. That was all.

The groaning stopped the moment I got to the door. Puzzled, I looked around, wondering if I had conjured the sound. It wasn't that far-fetched, though.

I turned to leave, to return to my room, only for the grunt to start, this time louder.

Exhaling, I placed my hand on the doorknob as I tried not to let my fear get the best of me. My hands shook as I turned the knob and opened the door.

I stood chilled on the threshold as I peered into the room. It was pitch black. My human eyes couldn't make anything out at first until I no