The Bloody Trials

Chapter 1

A dark ceiling. One flickering light above. I opened my eyes to see this. The sound of water droplets splashing down into small pools was all that could be heard, besides the buzzing of the light.

A cold, damp chill made itself known, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to move, but could not. It's just the sleep paralysis, I'm fine. I thought to myself. I couldn't move their eyes, couldn't do anything but stare at the light.

Finally, they could feel the control return to their limbs, and soon sat up. Shock froze them, fear quickly taking over. Where the hell am I?! This was not their room, this cold, freezing dungeon. They jumped down from the slab of stone they had been sleeping apon, but tripped and stumbled, her legs giving out. They bashed her head against the stone wall, and the pain blinded her.

I curled into a ball, clutching my head. When the pain began to recede, I dared open one eye. And came face to face with a skull. A small shriek escaped my lips and I backed up, pushing myself away until my spine hit the back wall. The skeleton was half decomposed, the other half still there. I turned away, pulling my knees up, wrapping my arms around myself.

This must be really bad this time. I thought, my stomach roiling. This one's so real. Remember what your therapist said. Deep breath in and out. One, two, three. Count your breaths. Pay attention when you're calm. Assess your situation. I began to breathe through my nose, cringing at the stench.

Finally, my heart beat slowed, and I dared to look up. Ignoring the grotesque skeleton, I looked around me. It was a cold, damp dungeon. The stone slab that I was sleeping on was in the middle of the room, sideways, always in the glow of the lamp.

The corners of the room were wet with small puddles, water continuing to drip slowly. They got up stiffly after noticing this - her pants were new, and they had cost a lot. They didn't want to ruin them. They looked down at the black fabric, many patterns and accessories on it. They jangled quietly when I moved. I glanced down and saw my top, a cute crop top with long sleeves and a bunny hood, with similar accessories.

Their boots thudded mutely against the ground, and they could feel the comforting leather that reached up to their knees, the buckles that clicked softly.

I walked to the front of the cell, looking at the cold iron bars. I touched them and shivered, the cold metal biting into my palms. From what I could see, it was a hallway of cells, but they were empty. No sound or movement occurred. I retreated back to their stone slab, the only dry spot, and sat down, curling up into a ball, rocking myself softly as I held myself, always keeping an eye on the bars.

When would this end? The meds my therapist had given me were supposed to put me in a deeper sleep, not this. Maybe this was what happened if you tried to kill yourself from overdosing and all those strange pills.

I eventually felt my eyelids droop, and I turned on her side, falling into a restless sleep.

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BOOM! I shot awake. I immediately looked at the bars and gasped in horror. A horrible, thin, green, hunched figure stood, unlocking the door. Its face was covered in long, wispy strands from its head, but they could not hide the grotesque face. It was covered in flabby leathery skin, drawn out. It had no eyes as far as I could tell. Why the fuck is that? Fucking Creepypasta! I cursed, thinking of all the times she had stayed up far too late, reading Creepypasta stories. No wonder this was so bad this time. Lack of sleep and reading such things.

It entered the cell and I froze, watching her. "Come." It whispered in a raspy voice, and I winced. I got up and followed it out of the cell. I glanced down the long hallway to either side. Maybe I could run for it. But what if it was a dead end? It would probably kill me before she could get ten feet.