Blood Lust

A beating heart. With each thump it lights up an eerie red, shooting the same light through the thin veins that coats the home. With every pump the sound pounds in their ears, growing louder or softer. A deadly game of hot and cold, but how will they survive the houses horrors and toxic blood? With the ceiling's mirrors watching them and the mazes they must pass, will they make it to the heart, trapped under it's indestructible glass casing? Or will they all die within the house that wants to use their blood as it's own?