It's All in Your Head

Dangerous Game

•E/C: Eye Color
•H/L: Hair Length

Your POV:

An ear-piercing scream escapes my lips as I flee from the horde of rats racing towards me with ill intent. The tears in my E/C eyes blur my vision, making it even more difficult to find my way around the dark path in front of me. Every now and again, I'd find myself running up or down hill and around corners, accidentally hitting walls along the way. I try to wipe them away as best as I can, but more soon come to replace them. I know that in situations like this you shouldn't look behind you, but I couldn't help myself from peering over my shoulder. It was only a quick glance, but it was enough to see that the millions of rats now have white eyes that glow in the darkness. These aren't just rats; they're him, every last one of them. I face forward again with a pale face and force my legs to move faster.

'I won't let him catch me! I have to get out of here!'

The rats must've realized that I now know their true identity, for they release a chorus of distorted chuckles that strike fear into my heart. The sound echoes in my head, so I instinctively cover my ears, but it does little to help block out the noise.

"Hickory dickory dock."

'Not again!' A small light up ahead catches my attention. The closer I get to it, the more I can see that it's a small hole. It may be a bit difficult to fit through, but it's better than continuing to run in the walls with the monster so close behind me. I take my chances and make my way towards it.

"The mouse is ready to fall."

'What does he mean by that?' I shake my head to wipe the thought from my mind. I can't let him detour me. I jump through, but my waist gets snagged. Frantically, I push myself all the way through, unaware of the large drop below me.

A loud scream escapes me as I start my descent to the tiled floor, and I shut my eyes tightly so that I wouldn't have to watch the ground coming closer and closer. My wrist is suddenly grasped by a wet, clawed hand. Hesitantly, I look up at the creature that caught me, while my body dangles. The monster's head sticks out from the hole along with the hand that grabbed me tightly to keep me from slipping. The sight of that unmistakable grin and white eyes make me whimper in fear. He pulls me up so that we can meet eye to eye, and I gulp while trembling in his grasp. Honestly, I think I'd rather take my chances with plummeting to the ground than being this close to my tormentor's face.

"What's wrong, little mouse? Cat got your tongue?" The creature laughs in amusement at my vulnerable form while escaping through the hole as his body grows to its full size. The monster continues to hold my tiny hand between his thumb and index finger as he walks towards a brown, leather armchair in the room that has maroon walls and a black and white checkered floor. In front of the chair is a large, square table made of dark wood while behind it is a stone fireplace with a flame lit behind the metal screen.

Hanging above is a large, silver chandelier, whose lights are currently off, leaving the fire as the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. There are no doors or windows, which leaves little to no room for escape, unless I can somehow get back to the hole we just came out of, which is really close to the high ceiling. Chances of that happening, though, are slim to none. I whimper in pain due to the sensation of the muscles in my arm being pulled like this.

The position doesn't last long, however, for I'm soon tossed into the air, which makes me scream. When gravity works its magic, bringing me back down, I land in the monster's gooey palm. His other hand cages me in, trapping me in the darkness of his claws and soaking my body in black liquid. The substance is slick, cold, and very thick, which means it's heavy. My clothes cling to my body in a way that's uncomfortable thanks to the fluid.