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She woke up, the bed
felt rougher than usual. She shivered from the cold, her soft and layered
sheets felt thinner than paper. As she slowly came back to reality her blood
ran cold. The sights and smells were unfamiliar and it was dead quiet. She was
not in her home anymore. Her vision wandered until she observed a set of bars,
prison bars. She panicked, jumped out of bed and landed squarely on cold
concrete.
She was in a prison
cell, but her panic waned somewhat when she realized it was open. She let out a
sigh, she was not trapped, but she was still unaware of how she got here. With
haste, she exited the cell and began to explore. It was a prison, an empty
prison, and she was somewhere deep within. Small spots of midday light emanated
from tiny windows up high.
What alarmed her was the
silence. There was not a soul in the building, the other cells were barren. Not
a single sound echoed throughout the building besides her own footsteps. The
prison was filthy and rusted, clears signs of abandonment induced decay. She
didn't like the atmosphere, it felt hollow and isolated.
The exit was her first
goal, but as she walked through the halls of the prison it continued to elude
her. The building seemed to stretch forever, no matter which direction she pursued.
It all felt the same, it all looked the same.
However, she refused to
be beaten and grabbed a chunk of loose floor. She chiseled out a crude marker
in the wall to her right. More of an obtuse hole than anything, but it was
distinct enough to recognize on sight.
She continued through
the prison, chunk of floor in hand to mark her way. The prison hall stretched
out eternally in front of her, but she trudged on further. She believed she had
moved in circles before, but with her marks, she would map out the proper path.
It was a wishful thought, but hours passed by and she never spotted her marks
again.
It was a maze with no
exit, a hall with no end. She remained trapped in this path of endless prison
cells. It made her want to scream in frustration. She desperately wished to
awaken from this nightmare, but awake she did not.
Hours of walking had
taken their toll, she wished for rest and that was all. She stumbled into an
open cell and fell onto the small bed. It was rough and uncomfortable. The
sheets were itchy and thin. Yet, her exhausted body cared little and desired
only rest. She shut her eyes and let sleep take her. She hoped, no prayed, that
when next she woke she'd be home in her bed. That night she dreamt of a warm pleasant
bed, a thick, comfy blanket and warm, friendly home.
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Just one more night left, the scariest of them all. See you Tuesday for the 13th night of pure terrors.
Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.
Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.
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