Dreamscape

Three

Christopher drove for about eight hours before deciding it was time for some shut eye so he pulled up to a little motel and checked in for the night. He walked into the little room of rooms and sat his suitcase on the bed. He threw his body backwards onto the bed and rested. It wasn't too long before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, he found himself in some strange room. The architecture looked rather unsettling.... uncanny. The room seemed to drift on and on endlessly into a hallway that appeared to have an end but not so close or near to him. The floor below him was a slick black and white checkered marble. It was so slick, in fact, that he could clearly see his reflection on its surface. He looked around at the ever growing hallway that stood before him. He had never seen a place quite like this before.

"Hello," He heard himself call out. "is there anybody here?" He was met with deafening silence. 'Where the hell am I?' He thought to himself. Suddenly, he began to walk towards the long hallway. His shoes clicked on the slick marble floor in a soothing way. However, the more he walked inwards to this massive sanctum, the more it seemed to grow away from him on all sides. The distance between him and the end of the hallway seemed to jeer at him mockingly. But alas, he continued. Perhaps the end of the hallway was simply a mirage. He could keep walking but what good would it do him? He could be walking this path for the rest of his life and he wouldn't know any different. But nonetheless, his walking continued.

And as he walked, he heard what sounded like a second set of feet walking behind him a little ways. He turned around but saw nothing. He faced forward and continued to walk, the second set of feet continued to follow behind him. He stopped and listened. There was no movement. He then began to walk at a slowly progressing rate. His walks became skips to jogs to eventually full-fledged running. The second set of feet seemed to join him in this race of sorts. He stopped running but heard the sound behind him continue. He turned around to let out a mocking "ha" but was stunned in absolute horror at the sight in front of him. It was a horrid and sickening sight to behold. It was like looking at the faces of hundreds of mangled corpses being tethered together by some diabolical string of cosmic horror. It was a blob of liquid flesh and a stench of decomposition that lay in front of him.

The sound of it moving, whatever it was, was like that of a thousand children running on the marble floor. Christopher saw this and began to run for his life. He had never run so fast before. Perhaps it was just luck or the notion of fate being on his side (for now) but he had made his way to the end of the hallway. He now stood in front of a huge metal door. This door didn't appear to be locked or barred shut. It was just in place and shut. He got both of his hands and, with all of his might, pulled the heavy door open. He was about to run on through when his eyes adjusted to what was in front of him.

He took it, originally, as a very dark room. But once his eyes adjusted, he noticed that it wasn't a room that lay before him.... it was an entire galaxy. It was outer space that lay behind the huge metal door.

Suddenly, he fell off balance and was falling into the space when his arms reached out and grabbed ahold of the edge of the marble floor that he was standing on just a few moments ago. He could hear the thing gaining up on him and his heart was racing. His arms were tiring as they held onto the edge of the floor. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with the abhorrent apparition. His eyes grew wide in fright as he saw the monstrosity reach for the door and began to close it.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! No! No no no, please! Don't do it! I beg you, don't do it!" Christopher pleaded in fear. But unfortunately the monster paid his cries no attention or mind and closed the door. Christopher's hands became smooshed against the pressure of the heavy door. The pain was unbearable. He tried to yank his hands free but that only made the pain worsen. His hands began to slip off in agony and then he broke free from the door. But his fingers remained stuck. Christopher screamed in pain and horror as the gaping bleeding wounds ached and he fell.... and fell.... and fell.... until suddenly....

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He woke up. He was on the motel bed. He was in the motel that he had pulled up to to get some rest. He got up and checked his hands. They were still intact and not in any sort of pain. He sighed and fell back onto the bed. What the hell was that all about?