Sara fiddled nervously with the bouquet in her hand. Someone from the Noir Manor had suddenly ordered flowers to be delivered. The house had a rather haunting reputation. Sara approached the front door. Someone had scratched into the wood, 'Abandon all hope ye who enter'. She rolled her eyes and rapped the door. At least she was getting paid for this.

The door swung open.

"Delivery for Miss...?" She blinked. There was an empty hall. She blinked again. It was still empty. Sara took a quick peek through the hinges, but no one was behind the door. 

"Hello?" she tried asking. A distant creak from the house answered her. Sara was a responsible employee. She made the executive decision to not enter the creaky, creepy house.

"Um, so I'll just leave these here. On the porch. Near the cat statue," she announced to the interior, setting the flowers by the figurine. "Uh, thank you for shopping at Loraine's. Bye-bye." She spun on her heel, determine to march off and never look back. A completely coincidental wind blew up the order slip onto her face. She sputtered and yanked off the piece of paper. On the 'special instructions', it read ' Please deliver to Fourth Floor, Second Door to the Right'.

"...crap." 

Sara reluctantly dragged herself back to the front door, picked up the flowers, and stepped into the creaky, creepy house. As she passed the threshold, the bouquet in her hands began withering.

The first floor was full of pictures. Everything was fine until Sara blinked at a painting. It blinked back.

"It's alright, Sara. No big deal," she whispered to herself, "Must be a screen or something they've recently installed." She froze as she watched the painted face's grin stretch around its head. Eventually it stretched its grin so wide it ripped in two. Sara snapped back to her senses. She stared resolutely ahead and put one foot in front of the other, ignoring the many eyes staring her down. Once she reached the end of the hall, she made a mad dash up the stairs. The bouquet was morphing.

The second floor was lined with plants in varying stages of decay. Sara shrieked as a large spiky plant jumped across the hall. It crashed through the window, screeching on the way down.

"That's not spooky. It's entirely possible that somewhere in the world plants can naturally move and scream," Sara reasoned as best she could. Carefully stepping over some questionable fungus, she reached the decomposing door. She grabbed the handle, and off it came with a pop. Glancing behind her, she hastily stuffed the handle into its hole and climbed the spiraling stairs, her flowers fully dead.

The third floor had many weapons which appeared to have been recently used. Dark liquid pooled beneath the blades. In the distantnce Sara could hear a blade being sharpened.

"I'm sure this is tomato juice," she said uncertainly, "Need a good blade for the tough skin." She carefully weaved her way down the hall, making sure to avoid the puddles of 'tomato juice'. The bouquet was now thorns and thistles.

The final floor was peaceful. In fact it was so ordinary that Sara was terrified. She slowly tested each step until finally she arrived at the designated door. After several deep breathes, she knocked. The door opened soundlessly. A young girl smiled up at Sara.

"Delivery for Miss Noir?"

The girl nodded and held up a vase. Sara placed the bouquet down and realized it was not what she arrived with. It had morphed into a twisted plant and opened its eye.