It Was All In The Eyes

Chapter 8: Darkness

Stephanie was alone. Dreadfully, horribly alone. Micheal was taken away from her. Dazed and confused from the smoke in the air, she tried to kneel closer to the ground to avoid the smoke above but ended up falling down. It was almost impossible to see anything. She crawled in the direction she thought she heard Michael last.
The living room.

As she continued, she noticed that the smoke was thicker in here than anywhere else. It must be coming from here. She crawled deeper into the living room, towards the source of the smoke and saw something that didn't make sense. There was a door that opened up from the floor. It was a bright shade of red, with dark streaks of a deeper red that started at the top and almost seemed to flow through the wood to the base of the door. What in the-Stephanie's thought was cut off by the sound of another door shutting from within the red door. A series of slams followed after the first until a loud, jagged snap echoed through the red door. The red door finally slammed shut itself, cutting off both the smoke, and the agonizing scream of whoever was on the other side. "Michael!" she shouted. She crawled over to the door and found that the streaks of red weren't actually a part of the door, but trails of blood that ran like capillaries from a vein from top to bottom. Without touching it, she knew it was blood. The smell alone was enough of an indication.
She touched a corner of the door that wasn't covered with blood. It was ice cold. What the fuck... she thought, disgusted by its appearance. Another scream shook the door. The smoke in the room around her seemed to close in and began to get darker and darker as she sat at the edge of the doorframe trying to figure out what to do.
Its getting harder than ever to breathe, but if that's Michael, than that doesn't matter. I have to go in there.
She reached out, gripping the doorknob tightly, indecision still racing through her conscience. Whatever was on the other side could do the same thing to her....

The door, however, knew exactly what it wanted. It wanted her.

Before she could decide, the door swung inward, plunging her down a hallway lined with other doors of various shapes and sizes. At first she screamed as she fell, until she realized that she wasn't the only one screaming anymore. The screams got louder and louder as each door slowly opened, beams of light flooding the dimly lit hallway. She could see the earthy dirt fast approaching as she neared what seemed like the bottom and her scream caught in her throat. I'm gonna die.

Before her body met the ground and shattered all her bones, she closed her eyes tight and prayed to her God that her soul be saved. She never expected a reply.

This is not the end