Déjà Vu

Blood drains from the walls that surround me. I'm running and running but the exit seems to be getting further and further. There looks to be a thousand and one rooms. Where am I? This place has no windows; is it night or day? It doesn't even matter if the sun is out or not; the windows would have been a decent escape plan – if there were any. I hear a piercing scream rattle underneath my white tennis shoes. Apparently, I am not on floor one, and by the sounds of things, I don't want to be.

An echoing, "I'm coming", ventured out of the vents through the building. When it had made its way to my ears, sending chills down my spine, I became paralyzed. All I could do was stand there in terror from the horrifying 'thing' that was after me.

As my body was at a frozen standstill; my eyes calmly wandered in hopes to make sense of everything. There were rooms that could go on for miles, and all the doors should belong in a prison. There were at least three deadlocks on each metal door that contained probably an inch of rust. Then on each of the doors was a small square window – about the width of an average foot. The window seemed to be used to send food back and forth with the number of stains containing in that one area.

And the smell… The gut-wrenching smell… There laid nothing but bile on my stomach and that made tolerating the deathly odors close to impossible.

Creeaaaak

"Fuck…" I accidentally blurted out, worryingly putting my hands over my mouth. What is it, now? What else can it be?

The noise seemed to have come from a room on the lower level. It shouldn't be too far since I heard it as if it happened right next to me. The end of the hall is near and so is the stairwell leading down to the next floor. It sounded like one of the old doors cracked open. There seems to be only one thing left to do since I can't manage to escape this hell hole…

"Hello?" I hesitantly shouted, deep down hoping that no one answers.

No answer. Thank God.

I guess there's only one way to find out what made the door crack open. Who knows maybe it's somebody playing a nasty joke on me. I doubt it since I don't have any friends let alone I don't even know where the fuck I am. But there's still that slight chance it could be a way out of this place.

"Is anyone there?"

Still no answer.

I begin walking towards the end of the hall and down the stairs where the noise came from. There ends up being a light shining underneath the panel of the door, I notice, as I venture a few feet from the stairwell. The light must mean that there is a window! I rush over to open the door and as I twist the doorknob my life flashed before my eyes. This is the door that was slightly cracked open and in an instant, I was reminded of each horror story that was ever told. Realizing that they weren't just stories from a book but stories from real life; my life…

This is my room.

I take a step into the room and instantly become dizzy. The room is spinning around and around and there's a man that appears in the corner to the left underneath the framed bed. He seems to have a painted mask on, but as I look harder, I realize that the red I assumed was paint was really his flesh dripping with blood. Then, the right half of his face is charcoal black like he put his face up to a used barbeque grill.

A few moments pass by and the man begins mouthing something off, but I can't hear a single thing. He keeps repeating himself over and over and over again. Finally, my eyes were able to narrow in on his lips and again he repeats himself, "When you awake you will forget my face. When you awake you will forget everything." His chanting stops and I lose control of my body. My limbs crash onto the concrete floor and my mind enters a lucid dream. I'm done for.