Your eyes fly open to the sound of thunder shaking the earth beneath you. Rain begins to pour out of the heavens, drenching your white clothing. Where am I?, you wonder, How did I get here? You don't remember anything besides the basics of life. You shiver. Your clothes start to cling to you and chills run up your spine.
Sitting up, mud souls the back of your clothes. Glancing around you see that your in some kind of forest. You shiver again and this time not from the cold. You feel as if something was... Watching you. Quickly, you stand up and you feel woozy from doing so. You did not want to be around when It came out of hiding. You walk quickly through the mud towards the tree line.
The rain seems to be pounding in your back. Thunder rumbles in the distance. That feeling.. That feeling of being watched seemed to have subsided for now. You're constantly looking around making sure nothing was sneaking up on you. Lighting strikes a tree next to you and it tosses you to the ground. The tree was set up in flames. Scrambling in the mud and grass you try to stand. You stand for a few seconds before falling back down. You're breathing heavy. You heart ready to leap from the your chest. Fear is taking away your breath.
"Why are you scared, young traveler?"
You hear this whisper next to your ear. Spinning in the mud you try to find the source of the voice. No body was there. Nothing but trees. Could.. They? No don't be absurd, you tell yourself. The crackling of the wood seemed to drag you back to the dangerous situation at hand. You shake your head and quickly stand up.
You slip a little as you lightly jog in any direction. You clothes are heavy with mud and rain. You head feels like it was full of cotton balls. Lightning strikes but luckily it wasn't as close as before. But in that quick moment of light you notice a shape of a building up ahead. You sigh with relief but that terrible feeling of being watched returns.
You glance behind you. You sprint for the mysterious building while trying to to completely fall on your face. You finally reach the building. Placing your hands on the wall you start to circle around the building. There's a flash of lightning and you see hand prints all below the fresh ones you've made. A shiver ran through your body as thunder growls in the distance. This seems familiar to you but your reasoning is unclear.
Continuing your search, a entry way finally materializes. You finally step inside out of the rain and long held breath you didn't realize you were holding was released.
"Why are you scared?"
You go stock still. Your body stiff as the dead. You reply,"I-I don't know." You say in a hushed voice. Of course, no reply to this. You turn to see no one there. Another breath exhaled. You stand where you are waiting for lighting to show itself again. You wait. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Finally, lightning strikes and you widen your eyes to take it all in. The floor was scattered with sticks and what seemed to be burnt matches. There was a hole in the floor that seemed to have stairs lea-.
Your heart seemed to stop. You had seen something. It was white with black eyes and a gaping mouth. Your breath caught in your throat. You squat to the ground to pick one of the sticks up. You strike it against the wall and just as you suspect it lights right up. You look past the light and see nothing in the stairwell. "My imagination." You whispered. Your voice sounds hoarse and dry. Sudden pain burst at your finger tips and you drop the burnt out match. Quickly taking another one of the matches you light it up and look at the ground. You see that some of the sticks weren't sticks. They were bones and you can't tell if they're human or animal.
You pick up one of the sticks and it had something wrapped around it. Touching the wrapped up cloth on the stick, you feel some kind of gunk on it. You light another match and light the wrapping on fire. Soon it burns brightly.
You gingerly walk towards the stair well, but still crack bones and sticks. Thunder shakes the small building. The rain starts to sound like whispering a and howling. Your fear has started to make you shake.
"Are you all right, young travel?"
You turn swinging your torch,"Leave me be!" You say harshly. Nothing was there. Just bones and the rain. You shiver uncontrollably. The mud is starting to cake into your clothes. You turn back to the stair well, taking a deep breath. Carefully, you take a step down the stairs. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you feel eyes watch you descend down the stairs. You reach your hand out to the wall. Your eyes daring anything to come out of the darkness below. Your heart is still pounding and your breath is quick.
You reach the bottom of the stairs and the floor squeaks under you wet shoes. Linoleum? You look at the white ground and at the muddy foot prints you've left behind. You had a urge to kneel down and clean it up. Shaking the idea out of yourself, you continue walking to the right down the hallway.
"Where are you going, young traveler?"
You ignore the whisper, you didn't dare acknowledge him. But... Ignoring him has begun to make you feel sick. Your stomach is turning, your head feels dizzy. "Stop!" You gasp. The torch falls from your hand and bounces in the ground, casting your shadow on the wall. You gasp your head, you hear multiple whispering. Not like the whisperer, but multiple voices speaking harshly. Fear gripped your stomach. You dry heave to the side, but nothing is coming up. The feeling of being watched. You look up and see a pair of eyes gleaming just outside the reach of the light. Then a glint as if a smile was forming inter those dark eyes. You blink and its gone. Your sickness is suddenly gone. Tears spill from your eyes,"What the hell?" You sob.
The mud on your clothes falls off as you stand. You grab the torch and more carefully now, you start to walk towards were the face was. You see a door way to the left with a little window in it. You tentatively approach it. You wipe mud off your face.
Looking into the window you see a room with nothing in it but a mattress. It was yellow and stained. Something moved in the corner. You stared at it for a while before it stood up and screamed. Stumbling backwards a horrid face presses to the glass cracking it. You scream and start to sprint down the hallway. You notice other doors with ugly scarred faces pressed to them. You turn down a different corridor and stop. You keel over panting. "W-where am I?" You say with desperation.
You stand up straight and look at your shadow. That's odd.. There's two? You quickly turn around to see if on of the things had gotten out and sigh in relief when no one was there. Then you giggle a bit at your silliness.
"What's so funny, young traveler?"
This you feel it's breath, you sense it's body close to yours. You're shaking so much you drop your torch. Fear glues you in your place. It's breath is hot on your neck.
Slowly, your body moves to face the thing. What you come face to face with is something you'll never forget. The face of nightmares stands before you. White pale face with black pitiless eyes. A crazed grin splits it's face. Maggots squirm and drip from the things lips as its impossible smile grows bigger. Where the nose should have been is just two holes with black goo seeping out. You don't realize your screaming until it dies in your throat. "Should have listened to the doctors and taken the medicine, young traveler."
The thing lifts its hand to your forehead. Terror keeps you in place. It's black finger nail pressed into your flesh and pure pain shoots through your body. It went deeper and deeper. Finally, your head feels as if it would split and the thing cackles.
You squeeze your eyes shut and everything suddenly stops. The excruciating pain, the cackling, and glow of the fire. Everything.. Except you screams. You open your eyes and your scream dies.
You're in a square room with blinding fluorescent lights. The walls had some sort of padding. Your arms were trapped around you in a hug-yourself-position. You tug and they won't come free. You giggle as if this was the funniest thing. The giggling starts to take control of you. That's when you hear me saying,"Good Luck... Young traveler."
