Chapter Three
The hallway lights flashed on and off repetitively, in a sardonic drunken beat. Gaze distorted, her steps were clumsy and almost zombie-like. The night was cold and long, allowing all the darkness of evil to appear. A sudden shadow loomed over something at the end of the hall. Tilting her head to the side, she tried to focus on the area. Nothing. She saw nothing.Nothing but a pool of blood.
Her sleepy eyes caught yet another movement to her right. Quickly shifting her gaze, she saw a tall slender young man, with a smile beckoning for her to come nearer. her body seemed to have a mind of it's own, and she soon found herself where the man was. Looking down, she saw a flight of stairs behind a green door with the number eighteen on it. Confused, she tried to word out her confusion, but nothing came out.
Suddenly, she was in a dark and humid room. The air held a stench of something familiar, yet overly repulsive. She tried to center out her exact location, but all she saw was pure darkness and only one bright light flashing over her. Only allowing her the sight of herself.
A painful pang struck through her head, and she reached out to touch where the pain was coming from. Her hand returned with something that shocked her. Blood. She was bleeding? Her hands were shaking, and things started to startle and confuse her even more. She looked down at herself, and noticed her disorganized, dis-mangled self. Her clothes were dirty and in disarray. Blood seemed to be the color of it all. And it all scared her, it scared her so much.
The hallway lights flashed on and off repetitively, in a sardonic drunken beat. Gaze distorted, her steps were clumsy and almost zombie-like. The night was cold and long, allowing all the darkness of evil to appear. A sudden shadow loomed over something at the end of the hall. Tilting her head to the side, she tried to focus on the area. Nothing. She saw nothing.Nothing but a pool of blood.
Her sleepy eyes caught yet another movement to her right. Quickly shifting her gaze, she saw a tall slender young man, with a smile beckoning for her to come nearer. her body seemed to have a mind of it's own, and she soon found herself where the man was. Looking down, she saw a flight of stairs behind a green door with the number eighteen on it. Confused, she tried to word out her confusion, but nothing came out.
Suddenly, she was in a dark and humid room. The air held a stench of something familiar, yet overly repulsive. She tried to center out her exact location, but all she saw was pure darkness and only one bright light flashing over her. Only allowing her the sight of herself.
A painful pang struck through her head, and she reached out to touch where the pain was coming from. Her hand returned with something that shocked her. Blood. She was bleeding? Her hands were shaking, and things started to startle and confuse her even more. She looked down at herself, and noticed her disorganized, dis-mangled self. Her clothes were dirty and in disarray. Blood seemed to be the color of it all. And it all scared her, it scared her so much.
