They were standing in lines on both sides, standing at me as I stepped into the house, their eyes following my every move. The inside of the house were dimly-lit and full of shadows. The wooden floor created under my feet, which sound like a painful moaning of a tortured person. The room make me felt cold and looks creepy. The lights weren’t warm and welcoming, lighting up the whole room, but they were streams of cold light, shooting down from the ceiling, igniting and hitting the silver blades of knives in the kitchen, shinning like a creature’s eyes, ready to strike.