I walk about.
It's dark.
I see nothing before my eyes.
It appears to be a hall.
Shadows and voice echo.
I touch the wall.
It feels sticky.
Crimson red smeared across my fingers.
I try to scream.
Nothing comes out.
I run, hearing the voices drawing near.
The door at the end won't open.
I bang on its surface, try kicking it down.
No one opens it and still the light under its crack pours at my feet.
No one is coming.
I feel a breath on my neck.
Finger like claws grab a firm hold.
This is it.
That's my final thought.
Before the monsters inside my mind pull me back into the dark.
