Out of the Darkness

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After I stuck the folded paper into my back pocket, I felt around the corners of the bookshelf, just to be thorough, but came up empty handed. I guess the spell, or whatever it was, is all that I was going to find in this room. I quietly made my way to the door, and cracked it open, praying that no one heard the loud creak that it let out. I had no clue if this was a dream or what, but I was 100% certain that I didn't want to get caught. It opened into a pristine white hallway, with a smaller version of the same chandelier handing from the ceiling. I heard the bass of some song, beating through the walls, coming from my left. So, I took a right, quickly ducking into a bathroom that was a little further down. I took a moment to sit on top of the toilet seat, and try to calm down. My heart was in my throat, and the hairs on my arms were standing on high alert, but I had to keep going. Wherever I was at, no matter how classy it looked, there was evil here. I could feel it. I took a deep breath and stood up in front of the mirror. I didn't dare turn a light on, but I could still somewhat see, with the small amount of light that came in through the curtains that were on a small window, beside the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror, and wondered why my face didn't reflect the fear that I was feeling. I looked comfortable, relaxed, a small smirk on my lips. I reached my hand up to my lips, then jumped back in shock. I didn't have a smirk, and I definitely didn't just smile at my reflection. It had smiled at me though. I watched, as he winked at me, then opened the medicine cabinet, causing his image to disappear for a moment. The mirror was the door to the medicine cabinet. When he closed it, there was a small black tub, with a screw on lid, in his hand. He caught my eye again, and held up his arm so that I could see. I didn't know how to react to what was happening in front of me. I wasn't afraid of him...of me? But, I didn't completely trust him either. Or trust me? This was getting confusing. While my brain tried to work out and make sense of what was happening, my eyes continued to watch my reflection. He unscrewed the cap from the tub, and dipped his fingers into it's creamy contents. When he held his fingers up for me to see, the cream had an oily greenish color to it. I almost laughed when the words "barf me out" came to my mind. I could perfectly imagine Anna saying that, while scrunching her nose up at the same time. He moved his (my) fingers towards his other arm, and dabbed the cream over, what I now recognized, my wound. My demon bite. I watched it smoke a little, and my reflection grimaced a little in pain. Then he took a rag and gently wiped the cream away. I could see the wound, but the skin had closed up around it some and the skin wasn't red and inflamed anymore. He winked at me again and put the cream back into his side of the medicine cabinet. Then, he just stood there, smiling at me. It was actually freaking me out. I would have to remind myself never to just keep smiling at someone, unless I wanted to scare the shit out of them. I took a deep breath, and opened my side of the medicine cabinet. Right in front of me, at eye level, was the same black tub of cream. I reached out to pick it up and noticed that my hands were trembling so badly, I would probably drop it as soon as I picked it up. Most people would have probably run screaming from the room, as soon as they noticed that their reflections wasn't reflecting them, but not me. No, I was the idiot that mimicked it's movements and done what it was suggesting. This cream would probably kill me, or burn my arm off, but if I was dying anyway... I unscrewed the lid, and dipped my fingers into the cream. It felt off. Warm and oily, when it should've been cool. The bathroom was a good ten degrees lower than what I was even used to. When I brought my fingers out to apply the cream to my arm, something weird happened. There was nothing there. My fingers were clean. I tried to dip them again, but the same thing happened. Over and over again, I dipped my fingers into that stupid jar. Finally, I slammed it down on the counter in frustration, forgetting that I was supposed to be quiet. "Damnit," I whispered, sending a silent prayer up that whoever, or whatever, was in this place with me, didn't hear anything. I glanced at my reflection again, to see if he had any more clues for me, but he just stood there, a perfect reflection of myself. I put the lid back on the jar and shoved it down into my pant's pocket. Maybe I could try again later. I opened the door a little and glanced down the pristine hallway. I didn't see anything unusual, and the voice that I had heard earlier was silent. I slowly pulled the door open and started back up the hallway. I saw it open up ahead, into a room with another fat white chair. Only, this one had black stripes running all around it. A weird decoration choice, in my opinion, but whatever. Before I could reach the next room, I heard a dull scraping sound to my right. My eyes widened when the wall, quite literally, just opened up, sliding behind itself. It revealed an impenetrable darkness, with a set of shiny black stairs, leading down. They almost seemed to glitter. "Why wouldn't the wall open into another creepy ass place?" I whispered to myself, shrugging. This wasn't even the weirdest thing that I had ever seen. I was probably getting desensitized to all of the weirdness. I took my first step down, cautiously, and tried to see into the black depths. There was nothing. Then I remembered my flashlight and pulled it out of my back pocket. It's light only let me see a few steps ahead, down a stairwell that would probably last forever. I took a few more steps, then looked back when I heard the scraping sound again. The wall was closing. Locking me in to wherever the hell this was.