No, I’m a Virgo – Part 02

After buying a mountain of groceries, we came home and froze in place at the entrance.

Something was mounted on the roof. Against the dark autumn sky, lit by the moon, stood a giant chicken. Its wings spread, its body leaning forward, it looked like one of those hood ornaments on a Rolls-Royce.

Around its neck hung a sign written in awful writing: WELCOME TO THE MANSION OF TERROR.

The plate was crooked, paint dripping everywhere. The whole thing screamed low quality.

A surprise, huh.

“Not going in?”

“I’d love to, but…”

Swaying from side to side, Eu stepped forward.

Come on, Sera. What the hell is this?

I followed after Eu toward the door. Looking closer, I saw something else behind the plate. A guillotine blade?

A rope dangled from it, and when I followed it with my eyes, I saw it was caught in the front door. Meaning, if the door opened, the blade would drop.

A booby