A Mile In Your Shoes Part III

"Whoa, you sure do have a big house," I said in astonishment.
"It's not that big." Jake answered.
"You're to modest, that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't show off," I said matter of fact.
Jake blushed- he's so cute when he does that - and said,"Come on, I'll show you my room." Jake led me into the front door and down a pathway with several Van-Gough paintings lining the walls. Finally we came to a room with a black door that said "Open this door and it's your funeral." Jake opened it and said, "Welcome to my room."
He led me into a small room with black walls and a midnight purple ceiling, lit by a black light. On the wall to the left was posters of several bands from Good Charlotte to Slipknot. On the wall straight in front of me was a mural, I think, that had various pictures of torture devises on it. Finally, since the wall the door was on had a black curtain covering the wall, the wall to the right was covered in a glow in the dark drawing of a vampire sucking the blood of a girl who looked to be about seventeen years old. On his bed were different outfits like a plain black shirt and some purple skinny jeans, a band t-shirt with some black skinny jeans, and a dark purple t-shirt with some regular black jeans.
"Your room is so cool! Just add a coffin and it would be so cool that even a nightclub filled with vampires wouldn't even be cool compared to this!"
"A coffin?" Jake asked with a smirk on his face.
"Well duh, coffins are awesome!" I yelled with excitement. What kind of guy would question how awesome a coffin is?
Jake pulled out what looked like to be a skeleton key and said, "A coffin, you said? Well let me show you something." He went to the blank wall and pulled up a black curtain filled with writings on it. It looked like stories and poems. "By the way, if I ever catch you reading these stories, I will personally torture you in the worst way possible," Jake said putting the key into a lock and twisting it. He opened a door to a dimly lit room that had a winding wooden staircase going down.
"Where does this lead?" I asked with curiosity seeping through my voice.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Jake muttered and I don't think I was supposed to hear it,but then he added, "It leads downstairs into a little space blocked off from the basement. The people who lived here before us used it for storage. One way in, one way out," He led me down the staircase until we entered a small space and on the middle was(OHMIGOSH!!!) a coffin! I was stunned speechless. "You wanted a coffin, there's a coffin," Jake said.
We went back upstairs and just as Jake was closing the door and locking it a siren went off and five seconds later, his mom was banging at his door and saying, "Jake, honey there's a big tornado heading this way!"
Jake calmly opened the door and said, "Chill Mom. It's probably not that big anyways."
"No it's not! It's already destroyed over two-hundred homes in this state alone! Oh, and Hazel, sweetie, I called your mom and both her and I agree it would be safer if you spent the night here. Just come downstairs you two and get some blankets and pillows and food and shelter with me and Ginger."