TDCRT

Through Dark Corridors

     The little girls scream is almost deafening. Even if the torch didn't go out I still wouldn't be able to move. I'm locked in a state to where I can only sense my heart beat and my head throb as I hold both sides of my head in my hands and clench my eyes shut. The scream is stunning almost, but not a good kind of stunning. It is the kind that will stop any person dead in their tracks to hold their ears shut.
     In order to fight back I focus my thoughts, pull the knife out of my pocket and squeeze it hard in my right hand while still holding my head in my left. I can almost hear her running... I slash the knife once in the direction of what my senses are telling me is the gates door. The screaming stops. I hear drops of liquid hit the ground one by one. Then the collapse of a small body. My brain finally puts together what happened. I had timed my slash well enough and lodged the knife into the neck of the little girl. I scrounge the floor for the torch and Tilk's lighter. I had already laid Tilk down, it's a shame I have to take the lighter back.
     I find the wooden board with a wet cloth on the end, presumably the torch, and make my way over to where I remember laying Tilk's body down. There's nothing there anymore. I feel around and I can feel a gooey-like liquid. It reeks of iron and decay. I continue to feel around and I touch my finger tips against something metal... the lighter. I grab it, open it up, and strike hard on the flint until the flame becomes consistent. I quickly realize I'm sitting on my knees in a puddle of blood, where Tilk's body is no longer laying.
    I stand up with the lighter still burning and hold it to the end of the torch. The cloth catches fire almost instantly and burns valiantly. I close the lighter and put it in my left pocket. I take one last good look around and then remember something. I pull the knife from the little girls neck, wipe the blood off on my pant leg, and put it in my right pocket. I pull the key from another pocket and walk to the gate.
     As I'm walking, I come to a very harsh realization. I quickly wipe it from my mind as a tear rolls down my face. "Keep yourself together Amy... You'll be fine, He'll be fine... It's going to be fine." I have to tell myself this to distract myself from the horrors going on around me. I can hear noises coming from a room close by through a hall on the other side of the gate.
     I unlock the rusty door to the other side of the gate when it hits me: how did the little girl get through the gate so fast without unlocking it..? I shudder at the possible answers and the question itself. I throw the key to the ground, hold the torch up in front of my with my left hand I enter the dark corridor.
     The noise I heard before echoes from the darkness again. It sounds like an elderly woman's cry for help if their voices could be so loud. The noise both screams at me to stay away, and yet beckons me to follow it at the same time. Having no clues to go on as to where I am and how to escape, I follow the sound.
     I walk down the empty and unlit corridor for about five minutes pondering to myself where I may be at. Eventually I come to a cross roads in the corridor. I wait for a moment to see if I can hear the sound again to figure out which way it came from. When it echoes through the darkness again, I notice it comes from the left. As I quickly round the corner, I get stopped dead in my tracks from a white figure shrouded in shadow at the end of my torches light. I freeze up in fear for a moment as I am caught completely off guard by this terrifying sight. For a moment, I hear giggling coming from the white figure. After a couple moments of giggling, it takes off running down the hall yelling in a higher pitched little boys voice, "Mommy mommy I did a bad thing! Quick come look!"
     Incredibly reluctant to do so, I pick up the pace to a light jog and go after the figure. I can feel my heart racing from but the adrenaline rushing through my veins won't allow me to slow down. My thought process is limited to finding the boy. And eventually, I do find him.
     I stop at a window on the left wall that's pitch black on the other side and to the left of the window, is an electronically sealed, metal sliding door. In the window I see the boys face. Long black hair covers his eyes, his skin is as pale as pure snow. blood is dripping from both nostrils on his nose down past his mouth and drips from his chin. His mouth is an ear to ear smile that appears to be attempting to keep lips closed, but I can still see razor-sharp, reddish-yellow teeth.
     To the right of the window there is a message written and dried blood that reads:
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     "...what?" I say out loud trying to decipher the gibberish. "It doesn't make any sense..." confused I look toward the window. The boy is staring at me. His ear to ear grin opens to reveal a split tongue. "Do you like it mommy? Me and my friend made it!" He says in sinister yet childish voice. Without second thought, a strange instinct opens my mouth before I could react. "who's your friend?" His grin becomes even sharper. "The thing in the black coat!" The voice turns into an old angry voice as he says the words through his teeth, sending specs of saliva and blood all over the other side of the glass pane.
     In the deep sinister voice, the boy begins crackling loudly, and the flame suddenly goes out. After a moment the crackling stops. Lights turn on all throughout the corridor granting a very dim red light just bright enough to see where your going. The sound of rapid heavy breathing begins to echo quietly behind me. My heart speeds up and I have to keep my cool and regulate my own breathing to avoid panicking. I turn around slowly to see the boy brandishing the same knife that I... had. I reach into my right pocket and realize the knife is gone. In the same decrepit and sinister voice as before, he yells something strange...
"mihotkcabtegrevenlliwuoy!" The boy begins charging at me quickly with the knife in hand.
     All I can do is run and hope.