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The hallway was never ending. A corridor if you would. Thousands of doors stretched along the walls. I don't know what I was doing, I was in a trance. My pace was slow and no matter how hard tried to speed it up I couldn't. It felt like a large rubber band was stretched around me and I could only walk so far before I would snap back. No matter how much power I would put into my feet they never change pace. The carpet I was walking on looked old, like from the old haunted mansions in the movies. It was dark red and pattered with strange swirls and curves. It felt rough on my feet with little pieces of lint scratching lightly on the bottom of my feet. The hallway smelt of old wood that had been rotting slightly and dust, the smell of something old. The dust particles tickled my nose sending shivers of cold nerves down my spine then sprawling out and disappearing. I was trying to get to the end of the corridor. It was a large set of white double doors with gold shining door knobs. The door nobs glistened In the light of the small lightbulbs lining the hallway. No matter how long I walked I seemed as if I was miles away from the door. I was frustrated because I had no control over what I was doing. It was cold in the hallway. It was an unwelcoming cold. Goose bumps formed on my arms like biscuits rising in the oven. My pace slowed almost to a stop. I tried to yell I tried to struggle to make my numb body go faster but I knew it was no use. I started to walk backwards. Tears formed in my eyes but my stare stayed blank. Tears slowly dripped down my face, almost as slow as my pace. The wetness of them brought more chills. My eyes stung from the tears pouring out of them. All my emotions and more were crammed inside of me. I didn't know why I wanted to get to that door so badly but some other part of me knew. The other part of me also knew why I didn't want to go back into the other door. Slowly the doors on the sides of me began to open. Hands. long, deformed arms and skinny, boney hands reached for me but I couldn't move away. frighteningly long fingers, seeming to have 5 joints in each finger, with dark blue veins and pale skin reached for my face features. The icy cold they gave off was even more unwelcoming than the breeze. The hands mauled me, Tearing my skin on my arms. The crimson blood slowly trickled out of the wounds left on my arms from the long finger nails of the scarce hands. Still, deeper the nails went drawing more blood. The pain was indescribable, much different then a knife piercing it. It felt like as the cuts were made, they would never quit. I tried to scream in pain but my expression stayed blank. dead blank. the hands dragged me into the door. my head felt light and clouded probably from the loss of blood. I couldn't see in the room. It was pitch black it seemed to be empty but I knew it wasn't. Still the hands held onto me not letting go, blood now rushed from my veins like race cars around a track. My mind went blank like a white board being erased.
A gasp of air filled my lungs as I sprung up from my bed. The cool silk sheets felt smooth on my bare legs. Blood stains covered the sides of me as i glanced at my arms. deep cuts. My room was dark. The dark purple curtains made it seem as if it was still night time but my clock said 6. I often had these dreams. It wasn't out of the usual. I put on a long sleeve shirt with roses on the middle of it. The sleeves hugged my arms as pain shot through them. It hurt when anything touched them. I made my way to the bathroom. The pale yellow of the walls was discomforting but I learned to live with it. it was a small bathroom, nothing really special. countless bottles of almost empty shampoo and conditioner lined the bathtub. "We need to get rid of those." I thought to myself. I looked into the mirror but I was startled by the reflection. A man. I tilted my head. He tilted his head. I blinked he blinked. The figure began to talk but as the words escaped his mouth, the image in the mirror seemed to "glitch". The face flashed in and out of the mirror fuzzily. the voice whispered almost.
"hello, child." The voice spoke but, not like a normal person. the voice was distorted. As if it were switching tones constantly.
"wh.. who are you?" I asked scared and confused.
