My eyes open, a blurred hallway comes into view. I try to lift my head of the cold stone ground, but it's too heavy. Voices play inside my head.
"Samuel."
"No! I dont want it!"
"Samuel you must, its your responsability now."
"I said no!"
"You took it. I told you not to."
"I didn't take it...it took me."
My heart raced and my mind cleared. Those last three words played in my head. I sat up leaning against my right arm. A bright light glowed from my left. Searing pain shot through it, from my fingers to my neck. Once my head cleared and the glowing stopped, I could tell there was something, like glass, in my forearm. No blood, but a sickly purple liquid flowed steadily from the massive cut. No pain though. I looked around me and saw dark hallways, it reminded me of childhood nightmares. Now that I thought, that was all I could remember, dreams or prophecies from my sleep. From the voices, I knew my name was Samuel.
I stood up, the cold, wet stone was lit up with torches. I put my hands in my pockets and felt a small box. I pulled it out, a tinderbox.
As I explored the creepy halls, I found doorways every five feet or so on both sides. But, each room had the same thing. A small dresser with nothing inside, and a desk with a candle. But, in one dresser, I found a lantern. And in the next, some oil. With this new improvement, I felt a little more comfortable in my surroundings.
I thought this too soon. A low grumbling echoed from behind me. I ran, I don't know why, but the darkness behind me was haunting. The...glass....or shard in my forearm burned. It jumped and lurched, trying to get into the darkness. My heart pulsed in my head. I turned into the closest room and jumped into the closet dresser. I stood on the small box inside it to put myself as far from the darkness as possible. I put out my lantern and tried to slow my panting. I gulped and laid my head back against the damp wood. My breath caught in my throat when I heard the rough sound on the door to the room I was in. I looked down, the purple blood was leaving a trail, I opened the closet door a little and saw the trail leading out the room. The monster was following the blood!
Just then, a black and misty claw struck through the door. The hole got bigger and the door gave way. The creature threw itself at me. Standing on the box, I jumped at the last second, fooling it and running out the door. I pulled my arm into my shirt and went on running into the next room. I was stunned for a second when I saw no dresser or desk, but a huge pile of boxes. I climbed atop and jumped down. But the sound was not the clap of stone, but the clang of my shoes against hollow metal. I crouched down and looked at what made the sound. It was a trap door! Before I could investigate I heard the monster creeping closer. I sat on the ground as quietly as I could, and wrapped my arms around my knees and waited, for what felt like, my doom.
I could hear the creature, grunting in its own dark pain, shuffling down the hallway. Its calls echoed throughout my surroundings and shattered my eardrums. I slowly lifted my hands to my ears. Soon, after who knows how long, the creature of darkness moved on, forever searching for me. Somehow, I thought the creature was connected to the shard in my arm, that it was looking for it.
As quietly as I could, I lifted myself up and started moving boxes silently across the room, uncovering the trap door. I peered into its depths, seeing nothing, and opened it. I slid my legs down, sitting on the edge, relit my lantern. The hot brightness shone down to reveal a gooey pink substance on the sides of the walls leading down to nowhere. I gathered my breath, held my lantern tight, and jumped.
The goo wasn't sticky but did bounce around as I slid down the tunnel. I had been sliding for what felt like a very short time, like a child's play place slide, when I hit the bottom. In here was a room, much like the ones up the tunnel, but there was a letter on the desk, and the candle shown a weird blue flame. I picked up the letter and read.
"Samuel, I know you're in the castle. I heard the monster awaken.
You better come find me. If you're reading this, you are on the second floor. DO NOT go down to the first floor it is too dangerous. Find the ladder and come up to the top level. It'll be a long climb but this is urgent. I know you'll understand, for we've met before.
~Charles"
I couldn't remember who Charles was, but I was determined to find him. But this first floor, it seemed to call to me. I shrugged and went on my way, storing the folded letter in my coat pocket.
YOU ARE READING
Amnesia
Mystery / Thriller"Samuel. My name is Samuel." After waking up in a cold stone castle, Samuel cannot remember anything. He is forced to trust the only man in his sights who says is his friend. Samuel must learn who this man is, what his past was, and what his future...
