These Demons

Chapter Forty-seven

A dark hallway lies ahead of me, the only lights dusty lamps on the walls, most of them broken, some of them flickering faintly and creating an even more uneasy atmosphere with their blueish colors that brighten countless spiderwebs, mold, dirt and dust everywhere around me.
Cockroaches and bugs crawl around the corners of the torn and faded rug that can no longer cover the creaking broken wood beneath that has a vast number of holes in it, but looking through them while making slow and careful steps, I can't see anything but endless and terrifying darkness below this floor.
The shabby spread out carpet used to be red, but now resembles a pale gray, just like the once probably yellow painted walls with more cracks than I can count.
I can't see the end of the hallway because it's too long and the uncomfortably blue light too faint, so I can't tell how many doors there are, but there must be dozens because there is one after another to both sides next to me, the tags next to them old and faded like the rest surrounding me which makes it impossible to read the numbers they once displayed.
There is nothing else here to give me a chance to determine where I am, but what looks like a run-down motel doesn't have any rooms.
One after another, I slowly open the creaking doors in the total silence I'm trapped in, my entire body shaking because I'm so afraid of what might lie behind them, but whilst they all have unlocked doorknobs, none of them lead anywhere.
The suffocating darkness is everywhere and it doesn't seem to lead anywhere but to an anonymous agonozing death in a nowhere I can't locate.

I don't remember how I got here, but the longer I walk and can't get anywhere, the more I feel like I'm running in circles because everything looks the same.
It's so quiet that it's frightening and the only other living beings are disgusting insects I want to crush with my dirty boots, but I pull myself together and keep walking steadily instead of freaking out, screaming, running away or breaking down crying even though I would love to do all of these things at once.
Whoever put me in this place is the one controlling everything, and I have no idea what they will do to me if I dare to make them angry.
But why am I here in the first place?
I try to shake off the fear of never getting out of here, let alone get out alive and well, but nobody would be able to do that in this soundless cage that never seems to end or change in any way.
Determined to get out of here, I quicken my pace when I open all the doors that keep showing me the swallowing pitch-black nothingness and keep being careful and watch out as I continue in this rotten and seemingly nowhere ending place, always minding the animals on the ground that might carry diseases or crawl up on my clothes, but I keep getting faster nevertheless as my despair grows.