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Saturday, October 27, 2018

Night of One Hundred Horrors (Night 12) - A Prison of the Mind [#45]

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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.

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