text: I jolt awake laying on the cold, barren floor; Dust littering the room. I stand on wobbly legs, shaking from the lack of use. My eyes. They strain, adjusting to the darkness. I trace the edges of the walls to find anything of use, to help me escape from this hell hole. My fingers. They discover a wooden door embedded into the coarse surface of the walls. I push. The door opens; creaking as it swings on its hinges. I peer into the empty void before me questioning whether to step through or not. I walk forward. I appear in another room, staring at the same barren walls with the same bleak and unwelcoming atmosphere. It's identical to it's predecessor, apart from the scratch marks dotting the room and the bloody smiles painted everywhere. I began my search again. Speeding up the process so I could leave and return home. I passed through the newly discovered doorway and landed in a pile of bottles. No ordinary bottles... pill bottles. Pills prescribed to me. I scramble, stumbling over the mess and launch over to the door. What was all this for? I didn't even take these meds. I need to leave. Again I search, tracing the outer edges of the room - hoping to find anything again. My feet kicking at the strewn Bottles on the floor. My fingers uncover the familiar door, the same as the one I entered through, however this one is closed. I never remembered closing the door upon entering. I push it open. I am greeted with that blackened mass once again. I step through, this time the room has changed. The floor... it's no longer the floor. The whole room has been flipped upside down. The single lightbulb extending from the ceiling, that now has become the floor, flickered. Blinking. I stare around me. The walls are no longer barren. Scratches and words are scraped into the wallpaper. My fingers glide over the surface. "Don't stop" "Don't turn back" "You're so close" "Don't try and stop this, you can't stop me" "you. can't. stop. us." The words. They're a message for me. Dried blood spots stained the wallpaper and inbetween the carvings My own name was etched beneath every message. Who was leaving these? How did they know me? Who else is here? I was scared. I was cold. I thought I was alone. There's someone or something else inside this god forsaken hell hole. I didn't want to be alone with it. Then the light wavered and was snuffed out. It had been no more than 3 seconds when the light bloomed once again. This time the room had changed again. It no longer had the writing and deep scratch marks. It no longer was upturned. It was plain and dark and cold. I frantically search around the edges of the room to find another doorway, shredding off the wallpaper in the process. The familiar sight of the wooden door greeted me. I threw it open gladly, throwing myself inside and stumbling once I hit the floor. I stood, dusting myself off, and glanced around the room. Bodies lay piled up, bones scattered far and wide, blood soaked into the floor boards, staining them a deep shade of crimson. Bile rose in my throat, but I couldn't help but smile. I turned away in disgust and horror, trying to block out the image. I felt something heavy in my hands and looked down. A bloody knife lay in my hand. My fingers were curled around it like it had done so many times before, I stopped and blinked and everything was gone. A blackened doorway lay before me, beckoning me to open it. I slowly walked towards it, hoping this was the end. I looked around me, taking in the new room. A single table, with two chairs, sat in the center, on top of a dark red carpet with the words "stop trying" on it I step back and gasp in confusion and terror. I blinked. The carpet no longer had the words written on it. I didn't stay for long, immediately flinging open the door, that lay beyond the seats with the words "Exit" printed boldly on it. I stopped. I was forced to stop as once I had opened the doorway, a black writhing mass, slowly stepped out. It spoke. It sounded just like me, but with a venom laced tone. It spoke to me. It looked like me yet it didn't. It had black hollow eyes, that bore into your soul. I looked down at my hands and... smiled. A bright genuine smile. A smile full of evil and happiness. My hands no longer trembled. My voice no longer wavered. What was I thinking? I looked up, I stepped forward and finally embraced what was rightfully mine. After all, what was I thinking? No one can escape their insanity ---------------------------------- If you want more cool and creepy stories like this, go check out my subreddit r/StoriesByHolmes. I’m working on posting a variety of stories from fantasy to horror to creepy and crime filled.