ShadowsCool
01-08-2013, 01:20 PM
The corridor had an echo, that of a leaky faucet, dripping one drop at a time onto a vacant bathtub. Though, from which side of the hall it came, I could not surmise, this eerie sound...
So cautious I stepped down the hall and felt a dampness, as if a chilling breeze fell from the ceiling; and thought to myself how strange it was, since it appeared newly sealed with plaster. As though work had been completed; as there was fresh drops of paint carved on the faded wall...
So I continued to step more uneasily; a foot at a time, towards the far window down the narrow arch of the hall...
And just then I felt a presence; though from where, I could not tell. I thought to myself, maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me - by my heightened state of awareness, or perhaps, by the uncertainty of the situation I found myself in. Thus, bravely I wrote it off - undeterred. Having a keen eye, I thought I could make it through this narrow hallway, without my wild imagination getting the best of me...
So after pausing, I kept on going; aware that in my amplified state, it was just my mind playing a trick on me...
So I took a half-hearted step and looked over, and then back around to wistfully where I came...
And then having rushed my pace, I grew slightly panicked in my heart; that started pounding inside my chest on its own accord. For my heart seemed to sense something was very wrong; more than my mind was willing to imagine. As if it knew something I didn't want to know, or perhaps even within the wall, something so sinister, I would not dare to contemplate. So in part ignorance - I kept on walking, aware that my body was telling me something my mind chose to ignore...
And then I jumped and skipped, and my heart revolted, tripped by a splotch of liquid that bounced off my hand and on to the floor; scaring me like nothing previous had before...
And there intently I looked...
And what it is I saw; I leaped backwards in the air; and indeed it was blood; and dare I looked up in the ceiling and it was coming furious, now dripping from the enclave of the ceiling. And in my haste to instinctively crawl back, there was a uttered voice; like a deep throaty voice. I could not make out the words, for I was in full panic and my ears were only hearing the throbbing of my runaway heart that kept pounding into my ear drums...
And again I heard a voice; a sinister sound that spoke from within, on the other side of the wall...
"Where will you run?" and this followed by a high piercing scream, a female voice; and things were knocking over; and in this state I was bound by my terrified body, twisted on the floor; trying to regain my feet so I could get up and run...
And then as I begun to struggle, I fell upon my knees, slipping on a pool of blood; and my hands were covered, and my legs too; and I was silenced inside my terror, and rolled forth and could not remember anything else; for the next thing I found was a hooded figure standing a few feet from me. And in my terror, my eyes could not see his eyes; for they were dark, and then no more...
And when I gained conscious...
I was on the other side, inside the wall: tied down on some operating table...
And it was a wooden table, like an old oak..
And it was me and that hooded man, with ghastly eyes, and a scalpel in his hands, about to put that thing right into me.
So cautious I stepped down the hall and felt a dampness, as if a chilling breeze fell from the ceiling; and thought to myself how strange it was, since it appeared newly sealed with plaster. As though work had been completed; as there was fresh drops of paint carved on the faded wall...
So I continued to step more uneasily; a foot at a time, towards the far window down the narrow arch of the hall...
And just then I felt a presence; though from where, I could not tell. I thought to myself, maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me - by my heightened state of awareness, or perhaps, by the uncertainty of the situation I found myself in. Thus, bravely I wrote it off - undeterred. Having a keen eye, I thought I could make it through this narrow hallway, without my wild imagination getting the best of me...
So after pausing, I kept on going; aware that in my amplified state, it was just my mind playing a trick on me...
So I took a half-hearted step and looked over, and then back around to wistfully where I came...
And then having rushed my pace, I grew slightly panicked in my heart; that started pounding inside my chest on its own accord. For my heart seemed to sense something was very wrong; more than my mind was willing to imagine. As if it knew something I didn't want to know, or perhaps even within the wall, something so sinister, I would not dare to contemplate. So in part ignorance - I kept on walking, aware that my body was telling me something my mind chose to ignore...
And then I jumped and skipped, and my heart revolted, tripped by a splotch of liquid that bounced off my hand and on to the floor; scaring me like nothing previous had before...
And there intently I looked...
And what it is I saw; I leaped backwards in the air; and indeed it was blood; and dare I looked up in the ceiling and it was coming furious, now dripping from the enclave of the ceiling. And in my haste to instinctively crawl back, there was a uttered voice; like a deep throaty voice. I could not make out the words, for I was in full panic and my ears were only hearing the throbbing of my runaway heart that kept pounding into my ear drums...
And again I heard a voice; a sinister sound that spoke from within, on the other side of the wall...
"Where will you run?" and this followed by a high piercing scream, a female voice; and things were knocking over; and in this state I was bound by my terrified body, twisted on the floor; trying to regain my feet so I could get up and run...
And then as I begun to struggle, I fell upon my knees, slipping on a pool of blood; and my hands were covered, and my legs too; and I was silenced inside my terror, and rolled forth and could not remember anything else; for the next thing I found was a hooded figure standing a few feet from me. And in my terror, my eyes could not see his eyes; for they were dark, and then no more...
And when I gained conscious...
I was on the other side, inside the wall: tied down on some operating table...
And it was a wooden table, like an old oak..
And it was me and that hooded man, with ghastly eyes, and a scalpel in his hands, about to put that thing right into me.