Just Another Nightmare

Introduction

Time passes so much slower when you're waiting. Seconds drag out into minutes and minutes drag out into hours. Time passes even slower when you don't know the time. I tapped the screen of my watch for what felt like the hundredth time and squinted at the little light it produced in the pitch black of the room. 7:34. Nothing's changed. 

What was I waiting for? You'll find out if you just wait. That was true but how much longer would I have to wait. It was too quiet, too dark, too cold for me to just wait. Why was the floor so cold? I touched it. Smooth, yet sharp in some places, like chips in tile.

 Where am I? Could I stand? Reaching up, I felt nothing but open space as I felt around above me. I stood. Tap.

Something's over there. Over where? Where am I? I used the dim light of my watch to illuminate the floor as I took small steps, which was annoying because it went black every few seconds. Tap. Tap. That one was closer. I'm not afraid of it. 

I'm walking towards it. The only other sound I heard was my bare feet on the tile. Something dripped on my head. It was warm. It rolled down my cheek. Water? I touched it with my finger and examined the liquid. 

Under the light I could identify the blood, but looking up didn't answer my questions as I was only greeted with the darkness of the room. I kept walking.

Tap. I started walking faster. This way, just keep walking. Bang. I hit my head on what sounded like metal. I touched the wall and found a handle. The door's hinges laughed as I opened it. This room was even colder than before. Why was it so dark? I stepped inside. 

Tap. It was in this room. I was afraid now. Why was I afraid? I was terrified. I needed to leave. I turned to find the door. Where was it? I bumped into something. It was cold, slimy and wet. I touched it with my fingertips. It was soft and sort of squishy. I shined the light of my watch on it. Skin. Where's the door. I ran for the wall. Tap. Tap. I hear it behind me.

Where's the handle? I run my hands along the wall only to be greeted with a wet feeling. I didn't need to shine my watch on it to know what it was. Tap. Tap. It's so close. The sound was soon joined by a low growl. There was pain and hunger in it's voice.

I beat the wall with my fists, searching for the metal pang of the door. A hand landed on my shoulder. I spun around and faced the darkness. It's breathing was raspy and strained. I shined my light on the source. A mirror? No, this wasn't like me. It's eyes were bloodshot with white irises and a sunken, tired look. It leaned closer and I watched in fascination. 

Red.