Bones

Nails scraping on a blackboard. An eerie, unpleasant noise, but nowhere near as unpleasant as the screams coming from the locked door Daniel was standing outside of. As the screams increased in noise and pitch, so did the malevolent grin on his face. Daniel was the one who put the innocent man in the room, locked the door, and threw away the key. The room was a storehouse, so the man could have survived long enough to receive help, if it weren’t for the lions. They weren’t ordinary lions, no, they had been starved for weeks for Daniel’s maniacal plan: luring a stranger into the woods and locking him in with starving lions, and listening to his cries for help slowly fade into whispers. After a few short minutes, the only sound left was the snores of the lions, in a deep slumber after being satiated by the man’s warm blood. Carefully, Daniel pulled a key identical to the one he had thrown away just moments earlier out of his pocket, and slid it into the door. As he entered the room, he was greeted with a grisly scene: three fat lions lying around a pile of gleaming white bones.