Synopsis
He's running through the hall, trying to maneuver his way out. He hears whispers from every part of the room coming from within the walls. The polished wood floors were creaking under his pattering feet. His breath becomes unsteady as his feet start to get tired from all the sprinting.
No, not yet. I can't die, not like this. He plea
He caught his breath. He scanned the never-ending hall any faster routes. He dashed to one of the doors as he tries to jam it open.
'Locked.'
He thought as he were already at the verge of collapsing, he held the doorknob for support. The whispers in the walls become more evident over his pulse throbbing right at his ear.
His knees shakes, begging for a break. His body drops to the floor. He desperately tries to support himself with his arms.
Tall, silhouetted figures start to surround him. Each with their piercing, blood-shot eyes staring right into his soul. They each start chanting. Messy, uncovered words fill his ears. His heart's beating out of his chest, he were a shaking, crying mess crouching on the ground. He held his legs close to his abdomen, afraid of what will happen next.
He weeps as he feel ghastly arms claw right to his stomach, blood gushing out through his mouth. He cough out blood as his lungs congested with unfamiliar air. His senses became numb over the smell of iron. His breaths become shallower by the minute.
'This is it, this is how I die' he though.
A soft, feminine yet husky voice arose from one of the figures.
'Open your eyes.'
Open your eyes, the words played through his mind like a sweet bittersweet melody. He gasps for air as he fined himself in his bedroom, beside his worried sister.
'It was just a dream'
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ROOM 712
Mystery / Thriller'This is it, this is how I die' he thought. A soft, feminine yet husky voice arose from one of the figures. 'Open your eyes.' Open your eyes, the words played through his mind like a sweet bittersweet melody. He gasp for air as he...
