11.Hypnosis :A path to the past

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She tried to open the door again, and
this time, it gave way with a slow creak.
The sight that greeted her looked like a
cellar-cold, damp, and oppressive. A
long, dark hallway stretched out before
her, the shadows consuming everything.
There was no light, no way to see what
lay ahead. Fear clawed at her insides,
but curiosity tugged harder, pulling her
in. She placed one hesitant foot inside,
and the moment her foot touched the
floor, a bone-chilling cold shot through
her, freezing her in place. She gasped,
stumbling back, her body trembling
uncontrollably. Something was wrong.
Horribly wrong.

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest,
erratic and loud in the oppressive
silence. She didn't know what had just
happened, but a gnawing fear took hold
of her. The place was suffocating, eerie,
and her instincts screamed at her to
leave.

" can't go in there," she whispered to
herself, backing away. She turned,
gasping for air, desperate to escape the
darkness behind her. But the pull was
relentless, almost like an invisible hand
was urging her to come closer. It called
to her. Clutching her dress, she looked back
over her shoulder.

Her breath shaky, she forced herself to
move forward. She felt the same chill as
she stepped inside, but something
inside her pushed her to continue. The
hallway stretched on endlessly, as if it
led to nowhere, with only endless dark
walls on either side. The silence pressed
in on her, broken only by her shallow
breaths and quickened heartbeat.
Outside, she heard rain start to pour.

"What happened to the stars?" she
wondered, confusion mixing with fear.
Suddenly, a violent crack of thunder
echoed through the hall, followed bya
blinding flash of lightning that
illuminated everything for a split
second. She screamed, covering her
ears and collapsing to the floor, heart
pounding wildly. The storm's fury was
deafening, drowning out her thoughts,
and her breaths came in ragged gasps,
the weight of fear suffocating her.
When the thunder subsided, she lowered
her trembling hands from her ears. The
rain's relentless patter and the storm's
distant rumbles remained, along with
her rapid breaths and the thunderous
beat of her heart. But the lightning had
revealed something-something sinister.
The light now gave her glimpses of the
hallway that had been hidden in
darkness.

Taking a deep breath, she continued
down the hall, her legs moving almost
on their own. It was as if her body knew
this place, though her mind screamed
that she did not.

She reached the far wall and froze, air
rushing out of her lungs. Her knees
buckled as she struggled to breathe, her
eyes locked on the horror before her.
The wall was smeared with blood-thick,
dark streaks splattered everywhere. It
looked as though someone's head had
been slammed repeatedly against the
wall until blood ran freely. The
grotesque sight made her stomach
churn, nausea rising as she stared,
unable to look away.

Then she heard them-faint voices
echoing from deeper within the hallway.
She whipped her head in the direction of
the sound, hands sweating as terror
crept through her veins. The voices were
soft, barely audible, but unmistakably
real.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself
forward, each step weighed down by
fear. She came upon cages-rows of
them, their iron bars casting eerie
shadows under the sporadic bursts of
lightning. The cages were empty, but
filthy with grime and streaked with old
blood. Some contained chairs wrapped
in chains, as if prepared to hold
someone captive. The air was thick with
the smell of rust and decay.

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