A N G U I S H ➵ Jeff The Killer x Reader (Dark)

Memory 10

My arms were a shaky mess, eyes a watering abyss of fear. I had surveyed the room continuously for the past few minutes, urging the hidden nightmares to show themselves once and for all. It was futile though, of course it was, as the only terror filled nightmare we were all aware of was the one hidden in the form of Jeff. The room was windowless, claustrophobic, guarded by a wooden door that held god knows what behind it. A surprise, of sorts, a gamble of life and death. 

At first I had automatically assumed that the door was locked, a taunting gesture of the outside world being just out of reach - but apart of me hoped my assumptions were falsehoods. I could still hear the insanity-ridden giggles echoing throughout my mind, a reminder of what waited behind the door. It gave me a sense of security, really, knowing that I was hidden from Jeff's unpredictable tendencies in the form of hollow wood. A fake beacon of safety that I decided was better than nothingness. But for how long? How long would my heart continue beating? How long will my lungs continously expand and contract to suit the conditions of respiration? Counting my odds, I guessed not long at all.

I had to debate with myself what the next course of action would be. I could wait like a sitting duck for my predestined death, or I could get off my ass and give myself a running chance. The decision was made as clear as day, I would not, ever, give a person like Jeff the satisfication of an easy target. As long as Jeff sat on top of his tyrant ridden throne, I would never, ever, give in to him.

My approach to the door was cautious, frightened, subjected to my senses standing on a high alert. Prey approaching the predator, a dangerous bet between being caught and being free. No longer a prisoner stuck inbetween the plagiarising intensity of death. My fingers hesitantly brushed against the handle, the cold feeling of cautiousness ringing throughout my mind. An alarm bell which was sadly ignored and stored away in the back of my mind. The opposition towards a main priority. The priority of freedom, an everlasting peace we are all granted as a luxury of being human. A luxury I was seemingly stipped of. 

Without an excuse, I quickly but quietly swung the door and hoped that there was no sound  indication afterwards. My wish was seemingly granted, a selfish desire of stealth presented in the form of a deafening silence. The silence was loud, overbearing as I fearfully scanned my surroundings. The wallpaper had been changed, instead of bits of the decoration hanging off the side of the wall like an ornament, I was greeted with the sight of a horrible, murky green colour adding to the frightening semblance of the hallway. The hallway was a strange contrast towards the previous dark, dingy room, as it was lightened up by a bright, blinding white light that swang ominously low.

In the section of the hallway I was currently placed in, there was no other doors in the surrounding area, however, I could faintly hear the strange sound of birds squawking dangerously close. Confusion shrouded my figure as I allowed my ears to process the unusual sounds of nature nearby. Footsteps were lacking which gave me the necessary boost of courage to continue on. My heart beat grounded me to the present, a melody ringing throughout the cords of my body. A familiarity I was use to stuck in an unfamiliar setting. A familiarity reminding me of the dangers looming behind every crevice of darkness.

My own slow, cautious, footsteps halted at the end of the hallway, a fear of the unknown swallowing rationality into a pinprick of irrationality. The repetitive song of birds was louder from from my position, the only blockage being a narrow corner of the unknown. Before I continued, I questioned myself multiple times on what the fuck I planned to do. What could I do? Swear Jeff to death? Fat chance that would work.

My body hugged the wall in a frightful embrace as I encouraged myself to slowly peak around the corner with a cautious promise. Jeff was long gone. The first thing my eyes took notice to was the strange lack of light fading the more you progressed into the second section of the hallway. The second thing I noticed, although strange, was the large amount of bird cages lining menacingly against both sides of the hallway in an intimidating manner. It seemed akin to a warning; a bad omen to warn curious onlookers away. From my position, I was briefly able to take notice of the creatures trapped inside of the cages. They all seemed like that accompanied the same bird; all held the same, mundane raven with the same ominous promise. The most unusual thing about this situation wasn't the birds themselves - no, it was their eyes. Instead of being full with a promising life of nature, they were clouded over in a blind embrace, and the familiar mantra run through my mind - ALWAYS WATCHES. NO EYES.

Noticeable but no longer able to see.

On the celling of the damp, worn down hallway, hung black feathers in a seemingly makeshift path towards the dark beyond. Whoever had placed them there had miraculously done it with the utmost care, as each feather seemed to be the same length apart and near enough the same size. My eyes attempted to accustom to the overwhelming amount of darkness, however, I was sadly left with failure and greeted with a corridor of secrets. Secrets I wished were to benefit me rather then to give me the disadvantage within the vastness of nothing.