I ran down the corridor, my heart beating frantically.
My feet pounded a rhythm with the beats as I raced along.
If only I could reach the other side of this endless palace.
The walls seemed to shrink in on me as I rushed past. Door handles reached out spindly fingers to catch my clothing and trap me within their cold confines.
A faint light popped up ahead of me.
I picked up my pace as a flickering hope ignited within my heart.
I would make it out of here.
Nothing could stop me now! My seeking hand clasped around a cool round door knob. I felt it turning as I shoved it forward into the light.
And just like that...
It was all gone.
The hall, the door, my brief taste of freedom.
All of it vanished within a single blink of an eye.
Before me was a single white door, its hinges coated in a thick layer of rust and grime.
It creaked open with a shuddering groan.
I jumped from my seated position on the cold concrete floor, my bare feet scrapping over some unknown substance.
The door finally gave way and swung in to reveal a tall man dressed in black clothing.
And the horrifying thing about his countenance?
He lacked a face entirely. He was like a poorly drawn picture that a child had decided to rip to pieces.
I trembled as I scrambled into a far corner.
That man made Frankenstein's creature seem like an angel sent straight from the heavens.
And what could possibly be even more terrifying than his mutilated features?
Well, why don't you ask him yourself?
He's right behind you, hiding in that slim shadow between those bright lights of protection and safety.