Homeward bound

Once a long time ago, there was a small boy wandering in a large castle. Every niche, corner, tile, wall ceiling, floor was covered in blood. The boys hands and feet were stained from the blood, wandering endlessly through the castle. The boy found an exit. He had found a way out. It was a window high in a tower. He grabbed a blood red tablecloth from the kitchen, he ran and attempted to jump out the window. His foot slips on the window sill, he knocks his head on the window and falls downward, plummeting. The tablecloth flutters in the wind and a shadow flashes across the ground. There is no noise as the tablecloth settles onto the ground.