Don't get caught

Where the fuck am I

   I've been down this hall before. I've searched the same rooms multiple times, every time I leave, I'm back at the start...Maybe this time something will be different?

  I slowly opened the pale, creepy old door, leading me straight back to the same hall I've been in a million times before. The flashlight trembled in my hand as I slowly stepped through the doorway, trying so hard not to make the floorboards creak as I crept down the hall, to the first door.

  The first door was blackened at the bottom, the dark licking up its frame, almost as if someone had lit the door on fire, and put it out before the flames burnt anything else. My shaky hand reached out to touch the silver handle, somehow not touched by the darkness covering the door. I turned the handle slowly, and just as I thought, the door was locked. I'm not sure what I expected, I had tried the same door each time and it never changed.

   I continued down the hall, wincing each time the old decaying floorboards creaked. I entered the next room, a small room with decayed and peeling floral wallpaper on each wall. Against one wall was an old couch, clearly worn from years of use, and the rats who had taken nest in its soft stuffing. But the odd thing about this couch was the one perfectly clean spot, so clean in fact, when my flashlight hits the fabric, it lights up the whole room. Beside the couch was a big, empty cabinet, covered in a blanket of dust. Across from the couch was a TV stand, covered in dust just like the cabinet was. The room was unsettling, it felt like I wasn't alone in there, but there was no one else, no sign of any sort of life other then the rats.

  As I continued through the room, I entered a second hall that split into two other halls. I went down the right side first, being met with a dusty old door with a rusted handle. I knew this door would be locked as I had tried it before, and just as I expected, the door didn't budge when I tried opening it. I turned, slowly walking down the hall to the other side, met with yet another door. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to repeat the process yet again.

   I grabbed the handle with a shaky hand, and opened it, just to be met once again with the same hall. And yet again, I stepped through the hallway...