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Chapter 2: Internal

I woke up feeling worse than ever. Before I wasn't worried about getting out just yet, but now thats the only thing I pray for. I've drawn a map of the layout of what I know about the house's vent system to guide me easier. I took my pistol, lockpick and flashlight and crawled into the vent.

I've become aware that whoever is holding me captive has been using the vents to reach the basement, which would explain why I got food yesterday. But I was more anxious than ever crawling in these vents. Once I got out, I crouched to the kitchen behind a table. I saw an old aged man and the father. I'm guessing the old man was the grandfather.

I waited until they sat down and snuck behind them and pointed my gun in the grandfather's face, threatening to shoot if the father didn't tell me where I was. He told me the location, 233 Trent Road. I then pulled the trigger as my plan was to kill everyone I could and call for help. However, to my horror, the gun was unloaded.

Whoever was in the basement last night had emptied the magazine. The father lunged at me and beat me. He struck my face multiple times, after about five minutes, he stopped. I probably blacked out, but I woke up once again in the basement. This time with a sore, bleeding, swelled face and no weapons or tools with me.

The only thing I had was my lockpick. The pain was unbearable. I had came to the conclusion that I would never escape this house, and the only way I could stop everything was to commit suicide. So I took off my shoe's laces and tied it to the lightbulb, hoping it would be strong enough to support my weight. I laid 2 boxes under me.

I wrote one final letter in my book with my name, age and any other important information. I then tied the lace around my neck and kicked the boxes away. I was trying my best to keep quiet as my life was slipping away. Right as I lost consciousness, the lace snapped and I fell to the ground. I didn't wake up however, atleast not in the basement.

I woke up in a blank room with nothing in it. I then started hearing a voice call my name.

"Ryker". Repeatedly being said by some entity, who had the same voice as me. I called out but no answer returned to me. Instead, they just stopped talking. A black figure then approached me and looked me dead in my eyes. I figured I must've been hallucinating. I tried to run, but the walls stopped me. I was trapped with whatever was staring me down.Â

In a panic, I punched the entity, however, it was not fazed in any way. It then hit me hard in my gut, which sent me to the floor. It punched me repeatedly until I eventually got up and hit it as hard as I could, as many times as I could. The walls started crumbling all of a sudden.

The floor had crumbled beneath us. Now falling, still fighting however. He delivered a hard blow to my face, knocking me out, but I woke up a few moments later, continuing the fight. I then spotted a white door in this black void.

I wondered if that could be the exit, and if so, I was going to fight as much as I could to get to it. I gave my all throwing blows to the figure, until I was low enough to be able to jump, I was unsure if I would survive however. I then crawled onto the figure mid-fall and took a big leap.

I landed on the platform but broke my legs and maybe other bones. I was in a huge amount of pain, but I had to move forward. I crawled my way to the white door and woke up in the basement. Still in the same condition before I hung myself. I decided this would be my last attempt at leaving this house, and I would make it count.

Chapter 2: My Last Hours On This World

I crawled into the basement, prepared to leave this place or at the very least, fight until I couldnt. I found the pistol locked up in its case and reopened it. I took the magazine next to it and loaded it up. I walked around the house, trying my best not to make any unnecessary noise.

I then walked around the house looking for whoever I could kill. I first found a little girl, no older than eight-years-old sleeping. I pointed the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. The grandfather walked in, and he was next. I slit his throat with my lockpick I had sharpened. I then walked to the master bedroom and shot the father and the mother. Their son I had beat two days ago ran in with a busted, but healing face. I slit his throat too.

I checked the house for any phone I could use to call for police, but didn't find any. I found an old telephone but the wires had been cut. I looked out a window with iron bars and saw that I had been in the middle of nowhere: an empty forest.Â

The front door had been locked, but the key was in the master bedroom. I grabbed it and rushed to the front door. I was finally free. When I inserted the key into the lock and unlocked the door, I ran into the forest, not because I was expecting help, but rather to loose anyone else who could have been in the house, had I been unaware of. I then suddenly ran into a wall of some sorts, but not a normal wall.

It was unusually smooth, like the ones I had felt in my dream, but this time they were black. I tried running the opposite side but another wall was there. I then heard the same voice talking to me this time asking one question.

"Are you satisfied with the result?"

I was confused but asked what they meant.

Chapter 3: Resolution

They explained that none of this was real and I had died at the dog encounter. At first, I didn't want to accept that statement, but it started making sense. I had most likely died from being hit in the head too hard. Nothing was real.

I remembered the book I wrote in now knowing that it wasn't real. Nobody would know my struggle, nobody would know who I was and nobody would find me.

They then showed me a vision of me laying in a table, lifeless. It all then faded to black; and then nothing. All I saw was a circular ray of light, similar to a flashlight's. This was my fate, this is where eveything faded to nothing. My hope, my thoughts and my life.

The End.