CREEPY PASTA: zodiacs

who said their goodbyes to you?

Like the dark. . . You can't see anything.

Silence . . . You can't hear a single thing.

Breathing . . . You can't unless if you're in a state of shock, or you just have asthma.

And odd taste . . . You don't know what you're eating.

A new sense of touch . . . You don't know what you were feeling or touching . . . You want to know but at the same time you don't.

Lastly . . . The sixth sense.
This was seen as a myth.
They say that no one had this.
But at the same time they do,
Deep down in their true soul.
It's the feeling of the unknown presence.
When the feeling of someone was there right Infront of you . . . . .
But yet . . . No one was there .
Yet you think the you were going Insane.
Who knows? Maybe there's someone outside the window but you just don't now it yet? The closet? Hiding in the shadows within? Or the wall . . . Silently listing to you. Maybe even the door, hiding behind it watching you in the erie silence of your room.
Becarefull . . . Don't check.

Just don't.

As you were about to turn back.
You saw a door, in a very dark brown colour, matching the dark theme of this hallway.
Taking two last steps, of your life.
You just stood there . . . Like a statue.
The feeling of your feet sinking into the carpet so slowly, like a concrete block in a quick sand.
There was no turning back.
Nor an escape from this nightmarish hallway.
You had no choice.
You shakily held out your hand towards the door handle.
Your heart beating as if you were falling of a plane without a parachute.
Your skin getting pale as the spot light above you.
The eyes of yours became as wide as the moon.

You don't like this.

Neither do we.

You were an inch away from the door handle. Until the door creaked open on its own, revealing the dark abyss that hid in the room for no one knew how long. A cool gray fog started escaping the room, so slowly.

Are you sure that you want to do this?

My . . . Heh I uh-uhhm i-i-

It's alright. We'll go through it together. Okay!

O-of  course.

You took a risk to blink once.

You regretted it

After hearing the door closed.

You felt a cold surface.
You were sitting on a metal chair.
Infront of a metal table, once more matching the theme.
A spotlight came to life above you.
Protecting you from the darkness,
Like a sheild.

It's time.

Are you ready?

Yes    or      No

Take your time.

We don't mind.

Once you're ready.
You may begin.
To read this, on the screen of your phone.

Now, let's begin shall we?

As you waited, which had felt for an internity. 
You heard footsteps coming nearer.
You begged that it wouldn't open the door. But you were wrong.
It creaked open.
Then it closed.