the forever hall

Forever Hall

I'm not an Evil man, but the home that I had been living in has an evil thing attached to it.

This scripture I write here might just be the last thing I can get out, get out before I'm silenced.

to my father whom I've given nothing but pain and audited. I'm sorry I couldn't be better for you.

and this hallway, it just won't end. I've been striking the outs as I pass them... to the point where I can see them again. Like, I've been going in a circle.

I've already tried to open doors but they all go to the same hall, this one hall, this hall that I wish to never see again.

I keep passing the windows looking through just to see the hall again, and again. and again!

I keep seeing things, things that aren't there, things that shouldn't and don't exist.

Some feel nice to see, others almost like they want to kill me, some just are curious, most just want to mess with me.

at least that's what I think, or hope. I can't tell anymore. I don't want to know anymore, some of them that I can see just for a second, are that of a horror movie.

green, red, sometimes purple. scaly, scrunchy, narky, gooey, slimy, or something that i can't even think of.

I remember when I first moved here, it was the most important thing that I had ever done. Bought the house myself, moved in quickly with my fathers help. Still, I was in pain the whole time. That's all I had ever been to him my whole life. If I could I'd say sorry, help him out more, be less of an ass to him.

I think I heard a light go out. With a few more minutes of walking I could see a light bulb that I didn't break. I know I didn't because two other broken light bulbs had sandwiched the new broken bulb. They're taking the lights out to keep me in the dark. In the dark, it's like I see them more in the darker areas, like they gain some power or confidence and the ones in the dark are more strange.

So strange that I can't even begin to describe those things. It's more weird and more off. They scare me more than the normal bunch. It's like everything here is breaking my sanity, watching me, and wants to kill me.

More lights are going out. It's getting darker and more of a nightmare here. I have no idea ifI'll even get out alive let alone get out mentally. I'm starting to see more humanoid-like things here, voices jumping back and forth this hall. From a clown, to my father at times.

One time in the darkest part of the hall I saw a man. This was the first human-like thing I've seen here he was banging his head on the wall like a crazy patient in one of those mental hospitals you see on tv, but the confusing part is that there was no blood there, not even sweat on his skin i threw a piece of glass i got from trying to break a window, he stopped for a second and looked at me, and what i witness was a man with no face, not just flesh no skin, quite the opposite it was just skin. No eyes, mouth, noise, don't even think there were ears on the other side of his head. All of this freaked me out just for it to start ripping the skin from the area where his mouth was. The shriek I heard got me overlying my ears and closing my eyes . When I looked up he was close up to my face. I could see the inside of his mouth and smell it, the small gosh, the smell was that from a dump, with people barring their animals there. And its teeth were crooked and mangled. And he was breathing. Sure people breathe but he was breathing strange and like a hungry dog when it sees meat for the first time in months. I whimper and close my eyes and start to hear nothing. I open to see it gone just as it came.

Five hours and now only three parts of this hall are safe. The rest is just a dark voice and I'm only saying three because of the two other lights at the end of the hall on each side. No idea if it's the same light or two different, but I'd like to think it is a different source of light. Although I've started hearing more voices, more similar voices. Like my father, my girlfriend, my mother, brother, sister, friends, neighbors, and more that I can recognize all telling me to come into the darkness. I know it's not them, my father is more abrasive, my mother soft spoken, my sister loud, my brother suggestive. All opposite traits of them. But I think they are realizing that. I hope I can get out or somebody can find me.

I'm on my last four lights. They have perfectly mimicked my family's voices. Sometimes I think it's them, especially when they said that they had been looking for me. But as soon as my vision straightens I see them briefly. Crooked versions of them. Skin melted, torn, bony, mangled. Bones where they shouldn't be. It frightens me every time I see them, I now have lost hope in them finding me. Now I just hope they see this letter and hear what happened to me, or worse, one of them takes my place and pretends to be me.

Please find this and don't let them trick you or end up in the same place as me.

Sincerely Vincent