All the horrible horror movies, and Tv shows ran through her mind sort of like oh if this happened there would be no choice but to reenact that, or run from that. It was sort of like a small list of checks on what to do or what not to do. However, her rationality failed to place in her own reactions.  Fact was if she expected the unexpected than it would probably occur at least expected times. She shook her head to clear the thoughts out of her head. If they were heading into the lionâ€™s den than it was best to think like a gamer? Right? Their first boss? No, that sounded too lame.<br/><br/>For an instant she felt nick tug on her hands , as took that leap through every scream that told her to just turn around and run like hell in the opposite direction. A dire feeling though tugged those strands saying what if something was intensely following them...like ..like that doctor? A shudder passed through her body from the very thought. Nick took them a few steps forward a couple feet and nothing happened.<br/><br/>The breath that she was holding was released as if everything was held in that one moment. Well, even with darkness, and blood it seemed a good thing that nothing drove her to want to let go of his hands. Not a word passed between due to the fact that fear was over riding any imaginable sentence she could conjure up. The hallway was lined with doors smeared with blood by all sorts of different types of hands, or faces? It was hard to make out exactly what the smears were in terms of shape even with her eyes but speculating that there were shapes was rather entertaining.<br/><br/>Suddenly.Nick stopped sort of catching her by complete surprise which caused her to trip into him if that was possible. She muttered an apology before trying to readjust herself in a standing stance. It was one single door that stood out over all t<span style="font-style: italic">he rest. Cleaned , or actually sparkly clean compared the blood ridden walls that was in-between. â€œSomething wants us to go in there; I can just feel it somehow.â€</span>Well, her first instinct was turn towards one more obvious doors and press her luck with them. However, If nick felt that listening to the inner demons was best then hell who would she be. She was terrified maybe beyond terrified, maybe so scared that every twist, even just drew mind closer to a painful conclusion.<br/><br/>Her body pressed closer to nick as he pulled open the door. In dismay , she nearly tripped backwards because the room wasnâ€™t completely dark nor completely light. If light was bad, well her eyes just met hell in a handbasket. The pupils of herâ€™s had to strain just to make out what was under the small bits of light, or what was in the dark shadowy areas of the room. Even from the out-skirts it gave her a migraine.<br/><br/>â€œ Well, I guess we have to go in there.â€ Her words were nearly forgettable as she held nickâ€™s hand tight waiting for him to step inside. This was like giving a gift to a child but taking away their food for a week. Or so that was how her eyes felt.