Vast Hell

Henry was sitting in his living room. One of his server came up to him and gave him an envelop. Henry took the letter, and looked at the part where it said "From Mr. Francis". He frowned and stared at the delicate handwriting. "Who is this?" He asked himself. He could not came up with any images of the man, but he could tell this man must be eminent from the elegant paper. As he opened the envelop, he realized that it was an invitation to come to this man's party in his house with different collectors, and unquestionably, this man was a collector. "Interesting," Henry thought, and he wondered what would happen in this party.

On the day the letter mentioned, Henry got off from the carriage. He looked up and see a magnificent mansion filling with lights. With an admirable smile, Henry held the letter tightly and walked pass the gate. An old servent opened the door and led Henry into a parlor where about ten people wandering around. Each of the gentleman or lady looked at Henry as he walked into the room. "Eventually the last one has come," a man with a handsome apparel smiled. Soon after, the other people introduced themselves and Henry noticed that there was a common thing among all these people -- they were collectors. "What's your collection?" One of the woman asked. "Vases," Henry laughed, and he asked "anyone knows Mr. Francis?" It was quiet for a moment, then everyone was shaking their heads saying that they have no idea. Henry looked back at the door, the servent stood there sternly and lift one hand pointing at a direction,"Mr. Francis invite ladies and gentlemen to have some tea, and he will meet you soon". The old man led the group into another fancy room. Henry sat down with a man and continued their conversation. However, he realized that some people were missing, but he didn't know who they were. He didn't mention it to the men until the servent led them again to their bedrooms. As the door was closed, Henry took a breath. He knew he went to a place he shouldn't go, but he had no clue how to get out of the mansion. He knew he had to try it, so he put his right ear next to the door to check there was no one around. He quietly open the door, and walked to his left trying to find a way to the gate. After walking three floors and go through several doors. He was shock with what in front of him -- hundreds of gravestones was standing on the floor. "Welcome," a man voice went through Henry's ear. Henry was shock, and he slowly turned his head to where the voice came. "Your collection is gravestones? Mr. Francis?" Henry's voice was trembling. "Not exactly, my collection is people's lifes," the man grinned. Right after what Mr. Francis said, an ax was swung toward Henry's head.