Up The Stairs || On Hold

Two

The foot steps are becoming more frequent and it feels like, I'm being watched.

I continued searching for other keys and they were also no luck. I wasn't able to open any of the doors.

But as I look at the collection of keys I've found, there is one in particular that seems more detailed than the others. A carved wooden, hand-made key.

I keep walking until I bump into a door, causing me to fall down onto the floor. I mumble a curse word to myself and look up, examining it. The door has carvings on it, markings that looked ancient and mysterious. It matches the key.

I get back up, and use the key to the door. It works. I turn the knob and open it, revealing another hallway. But this hallway was different. It's not as fancy as the one I just walked through, it was all cement, like a jail cell.

I walk through the door and it shuts behind me. I turn around and try to open it again with the key, and this time it doesn't work. I sigh to myself. I turn back around and walk down the hall.

My legs soon got tired. I need to stop walking and take a break, but I can't. I hear the footsteps again.

Crap.

I continue walking, hoping that it'll go away like last time.

But it didn't go away.

It feels like it's been following me forever. I want to turn around to see what's there, but I can't. A part of me tells me not to.

After a while that felt like centuries, it stopped. I didn't hear anymore footsteps. I sigh in relief and calm myself down.

I grip the knife in my hand once more until my knuckles turn white. It's a good thing I haven't lost it yet. I mean, who knows? It might come in good use next time.

I keep walking until a lullaby plays in the background as I walked. Hearing this reminded me of my childhood and made me relax as I explored the endless hall.

But all my thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, causing me to jump.

The music had stopped.

A sound of scratching came from ahead. I start to backup until I meet a wall.

Since when did a wall get there?

Staring into the emptiness of darkness in front of me, the scratching noise became louder. I didn't see anything though. Even with the flashlight on, nothing was there.

It became irritating to listen to, and without thinking, I pull onto my hair, dropping everything in hand and start screaming.

The sound eventually stop when I yell my lungs out. I open my eyes and see pitch black. I look at the ground, finding the flashlight there.

But the keys and the knife were gone.

Frustrated, I pick up the flashlight and run my hands through my hair, thinking of what's happened so far.

First, it seemed that I was once in my house, but suddenly I'm not. Second, I lost the only weapon to defend myself. And third, there are no exits to get out.

Brilliant!