Who knew what horrors awaited them beyond that door. The inner demons watched on as their little puppets danced to some song they were completely unaware was playing for them. They were like little mice lost in a maze. With grins on their expressions they, the eyes still hidden in the darkness, watched on as Nick and Erica entered the room. It was time to set the stage again, to dig out some of their past, to find out what really made them tick and stop screwing around with childâ€™s play. Until this point they have only been playing around but now it was time to get serious. If they wanted out they were going to need to have their wits about them and face things they would have never wanted to be dug out of their past.<br/><br/>Those two chicken shits were completely ignorant to the true power this place held.<br/><br/>Looks like Nick was going to be the first one to enter the room, as much as he wished that Erica would have gone first he supposed he didnâ€™t mind. She was an angel so it made sense that he had to be the knight in shining armor, which also meant he was going to need to get his shit together. If he remained a coward he would be useless when it came to protecting her. Having already allowed her to be injured because of this place he knew he was going to have to force himself to get use to all of the horrors here. Assuming it was possible, if he really could conquer his fears, when he walked out of here he was going to be a new man. He would show his inner demons that he was stronger than they were and that they could no longer touch him.<br/><br/>What awaited the two of them in the room beyond the door had completely shattered all hopes he had of wanting to conquer his fears. A figure, which appears to have been hanged, was dangling by a rope around its neck. The room was almost completely dark, there was an eerie light which shone through the cracks in the windows, the only light source, and the air was heavier than it had been in any of the previous areas. An almost oppressive atmosphere lingered in the room that made it fairly difficult to breathe in here. To keep from giving into the urge to fall to his knees, he tried his best to look away from the figure in the middle of the room. But it had been no use, every attempt he made was futile, his gaze was transfixed. Whatever was behind them coming to this place would not allow him to look away from this.<br/><br/>Nick was completely frozen where he was. It felt like there was something holding his feet in place; he was not even able to turn around to look at Erica and see her reaction to whatever she was seeing. Something told him it was different for them, but he was not sure why. He felt like he was going to pass out soon, he had to get out of here, no matter how impossible that seemed right now, there had to be a way to escape this hell.<br/><br/>Similar to the feeling in the other room he could feel the presence of other people moving past him. A cold wind followed behind the invisible figures. Chills ran up his spine, his hands trembling, and he closed his eyes hoping that he would be able to escape, hoping that when he opened them there would be something else in this room. Back to wishful thinking again it seems. Did he honestly expect that to work since every attempt he has made to escape this place has failed so far? Would he not have learned that he had to face what was here in order to escape? No. He was not aware of that, not fully, wanting to stick with the belief that if he was to imagine another place he would wake up and be back to reality in no time. It was a shame that he wanted to stick to simple things, hoping that they would work.<br/><br/>Voices filled his head, repeating<span style="font-style: italic">â€™Rememberâ€™</span>over and over again in his mind. Relentless and unforgiving.<br/><br/>When he had opened his eyes again, the crime scene was a lot more vivid. The blood, the people, that damned camera, everything was beginning to feel a lot more real than it should. Even the body that had been disemboweled was visible. Was this real? No, he was sure it was not but if it was not then why did it feel so real? He buried his face in his hands as more memories, memories of her, started to come back to him, doing his best to shake everything away. He gritted his teeth to hold back a scream he could feel burning the back of his throat, wishing so badly to just burst out. The demons hiding in the shadows were so amused by how easy it was to cause him discomfort. All of their hopes for a challenge just seemed to be washed away at that moment.<br/><br/>The disemboweled body shifted suddenly. Presumably female, the body crawled out from under whatever had been covering it up. Slowly but surely it started to drag itself towards the figure that was hanging from the noose. The dismembered female made horrible gurgling sounds as she reached up and touched the foot of the corpse. At the touch the corpse shot awake and let out a horrible scream. The figure then exploded, blood flying everywhere, the whole room seemed to shake as a pair of giant, bloodshot eyes gazed at Nick and Erica taking the place of where the figure had been. Nick wondered if these were the same eyes from the hallway, but these seemed much more sinister, demonic. He was still shaking uncontrollably from head to toe. Forced to look at the eyes, their gaze seemed to have him even more transfixed than what was holding his feet down.