As I walked slowly towards the simple cracked wooden door that had been the source of all my pain and anguish, using nothing but the disgustingly wet walls that were supplying me with water for the past hours as a source of balance to prevent me from falling due to my current weak state, making my way around the dimly lit room, I became increasingly anxious as I approached my destination, my first or last destination in this strange place. I felt an aching pain in my chest telling me that this was a bad idea, that this could be the last thoughts I have before dying a painful and gruesome death, so many emotions ached and plagued my mind all at once clouding my soul and increasing the beating of my heart, all because of a simple cracked wooden door.
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I inhaled the harsh air, which was thick with the horrible nausea-inducing stench of the damned room I was in. I took one last deep breath before reaching for the unmistakable wooden Handel, which felt scratchy and damp to the touch. I carefully turned the knob and heard it's horrible creaking sound, which reminded me of the horrors I would experience on the other side of this door; the more I opened the door, the more terrified I became for this unforeseen and mysterious beyond that lay hidden by this simple cracked wooden door.
Creak
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Horror⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Creepy imagery Mention of blood Amnesia Gore This was made out of boredom hope you enjoy
