Haunted House (Calamity)

She was no coward. That was what she was dying to prove to Toxicity, Venom, and herself. Although her sense told her to get the hell out of there, something beyond her comprehension pushed her forward. It was as if the dice of fate had been cast and they instructed her to release the sorry skeleton. Everything about it was unnatural. She had spent so long half immersed in the spirit realm, longing for an answer from beyond. Perhaps this was fate's way of answering that question. Calamity gritted her teeth and approached the cage slowly, nosing it open centimeter by centimeter. Maybe if she obeyed this request the laughter and the voices would finally cease.