A Murder, One Missing, Two Left // Val Dashing

15

Your eyes follow the way it was pointing to that dark corner that gave you chills. Maybe the earring was pointing you to the secret entrance, you had to try. The longer you ponder here, the higher the risk Julie is dead. You can't let this happen again.

You go to the corner, hating every second of it, but with a purpose. Scanning every bit of it that you can without having the urge to puke. You see it. One of the squared cement bricks on the wall, it looked wrong. It looked just a hint lighter, almost like the wall, maybe that was a decoy. 

You gently press the brick, it pushes back, almost like a button. You hear mechanics whirring lightly from the other side of the wall. It opens. The dark janitors closet with one singular light bulb just opened up to an even darker mysterious hallway with a killer in it. Wonderful.

'Here we go' You think as you step into what might be your impending doom. There are two ways this could end, 1. you find Julie, everything is fine. Or 2. you die with her, and no one could find out what happened.

Even if Torin tries to find answers, he isn't looking in the right places, you know that very well. He blamed you, after all. Even if you were jealous of Aster, or whatever nonsense he was trying to accuse you of, you would never go as far as killing someone. Especially someone you considered your friend.

As you enter, it's dark, damp, and overall creepy. You can barely see but can tell the walls are stone, of some sort. They're wet and slimy, gross. This feels like a sewage tunnel or something, but you can't hear any water, just your breathing and footsteps. But you know you have one mission; find Julie. 

As you walk blindly down what feels like a never-ending tight, damp, incredibly dark tunnel, shivers started climbing up your skin, darkness consuming you, you hear movement. This makes you stop in your tracks. 'What was that?' you thought, holding your breath so whatever made that sound couldn't hear your breathing. It sounded inhuman, farther down the tunnel, farther into the dark.

The sound happened again, a loud clang that sounded wrong, too high, maybe. Definitely metal on metal. You watch down the tunnel, ahead of you. Then, you exhale, not too loud, but not silently either. You had to, you were running out of air, you aren't very great at holding your breath, even in a life or death situation apparently.

You attempt to stay quiet, un-moving, watching the other end of the tunnel. Did someone—or something—hear you? It was almost impossible to tell, it was too dark, you couldn't see anything down there.

After a while of waiting for any type of response, receiving nothing, you find it safe enough to continue. Your shaky legs start moving again, continuing deeper into the tunnel. Eventually, after what felt like forever and 20 minutes at the same time, you see a light. A softer yellow glow at the end of the tunnel. That could either be a good or very, very bad thing.

You don't stop moving, going further into the tunnel, now close to the only light source. 'Please not be a fucked up serial killer.' you beg in your head. The light flooded through a door-like entrance. It felt so off, the whole hallway dark and empty, now this light floods the brick walls near it.

Whether you liked it or not, you walk through the arched doorway, into what might as well be your death.