Ideas and drabbles

Idea? P.1

We wander through the dark building, the sound of water dripping around us. The air is musty, a dank feeling at the slight cold nipping at my skin. I inhale, the less than room temperature air flooding my lungs and giving a chill before I exhale, watching my breath come out barely visible in a puff. I take another step forward, grimacing at the feeling of water seeping into my shoes. 

A lantern is held in one of my hands, swinging gently from the motion of walking forward. The bright light seems dim in the somewhat pressing darkness, making it have a soft glow instead of blinding shine. The shadows follow its movements, causing the walls to sometimes fade in and out of view. 

"Why am I the one holding the lantern again?" I speak up, managing to break the silence between the two of us.

He turns his head to view me, brown eyes an almost red with the lantern light reflecting in them. A teasing smirk plays on his lips as he responds, not slowing in his steps. "Because it will help me find you if you get lost."

I ignore the way sweat trails down my back. My palms are clammy, the cold air doing nothing to numb my nerves. Still, I scowl, raising a brow in annoyance at him.

"I'm not going to get lost."

He shrugs, his head flopping back to face forward, "I didn't say you would. I said if."

I roll my eyes, raising my free hand to run through my light brown hair, ruffling it, "The implications remain."

I hear him give a chuckle. Other than that, I hear no response. Soon, once again, silence drapes over us. It feels heavy to me, like the fog is weighing down on my shoulders and asking for my bones to bend under it. Like claws slowly circling around me, hands gripping at my throat.

Actually, that may not just be the silence--

I glance up, letting myself intake oxygen once more as my eyes dart over the worn stone of the ceiling. I don't like this place. It feels heavy, like it's trying to stop everything in its movements. Like people weren't supposed to enter.

My eyes roam the ceiling as if searching for something, expecting to see something crawling on the walls. I don't see or hear anything, but it feels like it's there. 

This place...

"You said this place was built to prison something. What, exactly?" My tongue feels stiff. Odd, seeing as it had only been still for a couple minutes.

My mind goes back to the serpentine patterns on the walls of the outside. The foreign writing carved into the pillars and the scattered papers that used to have warding abilities. Why had I let myself come in here? I knew of the supernatural, of spirits and oni. The Kitsune, the Nukekubi, Kappas, more of them. I knew of the dangers, yet I'd let myself wander into what was once a sealing building. One that whatever it had contained had broken out. 

He stops walking slowly, his sounds coming to a halt. I pause with him, tilting my head slightly. My hands have tensed, one beginning to press into a fist as the other tightly holds the lantern.

I can feel something piling up in my stomach. Coiling like a knot. Like the snakes carved on the walls on the outside of this building. Tightening, a threatening feeling beginning to seep into my bones.

He turns to look at me, grinning. 

The feeling of something wrapping around me intensifies. Like a snake entrapping its prey. Jaw hanging wide open, fangs ready to pierce. A giant monster glares at me. 

His eyes aren't brown anymore. 

I don't think it's from the lantern-light that they are red now. His sclera is serpent-like, pupils sharpened in a way that's not human.  Red, glowing and piercing into my own. 

I know his answer before he says it.

"Me."