Part Two: Hallways

Darkness consumes you once more as you land on the wooden floor of a hallway with a great thump. Quickly, you search around in the still of the night, wondering if there’s anyone else and if they heard you. Based on your assumption of no noise other than the nature outside, you figure that you’re in the clear for now, but it would be best to stay quiet and leave the lamp behind. The creep could well be in the house asleep, hopefully. You take this chance to sneak around for a way out, and surprisingly, the place seems to be in decent shape from what you can tell in the darkness. According to history, usually creeps who are messed up enough to kidnap someone for their own bazar fetishes tend to live in abandoned houses that don’t exist to society and lack in the aspect of being cared for. Your feet do their best to slowly and gently take you around the area without alarming the culprit with a loud squeak from one of the floor boards. Of course, you ended up in the upstairs of the house considering that you just came from the attic, that would make sense. The house is relatively large, like a mansion almost, so getting around as quietly as possible is a bit of a challenge on your energy and collectivity. Each room you pass by you make extra precautions and effort into making less noise than a mouse in case anyone is sleeping there. You made it this far, so it would be a tragedy if that psycho caught you now. A majority of the doors are closed so worrying about anyone seeing you from their bed is the lesser of your obstacles.

Suddenly, your heart drops at the sound of a door closing. You become stone as you listen for the sound of footsteps in order to locate the other living body in the house. It’s faint, but you can hear the silent squeals of wood moving beneath bare feet that aren’t yours. They’re coming closer. Quick, hide somewhere in one of the rooms! As quickly and silently as you can, you make it to the closest opened room and crawl underneath the bed frame. Now you lay there in the coliginosity, awaiting your fate on if the mad-man will find you, or you get to live longer for your next trial to come. The moon shines in through a window that hangs over the bed and the blue light dimly illuminates the door leading to your very room. This setting of the resting area could be an advantage to you, if you weren’t playing the psycho’s version of hide-and-seek. The footsteps come closer and closer to your direction. Did you duck and cover just in time for the person to miss you, or did you give your position away by running and making more noise? You hold your breath as the gentle creaking of floorboards become eminent to your ears. The moment of the feet passing your room finally comes into play, but you don’t see them. You’re pretty sure that the noise of someone walking passes the door frame that’s right in front of you, but not even a silhouette of a person comes into view. This confuses you to the point where movement isn’t an option any more. A pit in your stomach forms and screams at you to stay put underneath that bed. Maybe you can wait here until morning, when the guy leaves or something. It’s not like he’ll think to check under all of the mattresses in the middle of the night. How did you get here in the first place anyway? You try to recollect your latest memory that could potentially lead you to this situation, but nothing comes to mind.

It seems quiet, the air has been hushed for now. Maybe this is your chance. Carefully, you slide out from underneath the bed and stand to your feet. Another moment of stillness passes through you before moving onward. There must be a stair case somewhere for you to reach the living area and head out the front door away from this dreadful place. Your feet glide you over the floor again and you make your way out of the room to anywhere, hoping to reach some kind of door that will lead you into the woods. Thank God for the dim moonlight from the windows in the rooms or using your sight to navigate through this hall would be awful! You finally see a window that faces you at the end of the corridor, that should give you a better clue to your exact placement in this house. It should also help with the location of where this house is. As you peek out the window, the moonlight does help with seeing how the house is in the center of a clearing in the middle of the woods. If you honestly had to choose between the wild and being stuck in here, you would go with the previous option. At least you can make up a general idea of what could happen out there, but staying in here with a psycho could mean torcher for you on all sorts of levels.

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Enough of contemplating, you need to pick a direction to go from here. You decide to take the hallway on your right and begin walking through the darkness. The absence of light reminds your body that it’s cold from the lack of heat in the night. The goosebumps on your bare arms come into your attention as you realize how much tension you’ve been going through since you woke up in this absurd house. It would be nice to take a break from all of this just for one moment, however, the sudden darkness that you’ve put yourself in does not help with that necessity. Your hands lean on the wall that’s keeping you from the outside so that you can feel around to walk straight ahead. Now your senses are focused on your hands and feet to be extra careful and to not disturb anything that could make noise and alarm the psycho of your whereabouts. Instead of using your sight, as usual, you have to use your ligaments to see. It is important that you don’t nothing but the wall and floor so that you don’t knock over something or trip. Remember, you also have to take it slowly, that’ll give you a better chance of detecting an object and getting around it instead of giving yourself away.

After making a pitter patter with all four of your limbs for a while, your pace starts to quicken with the skill and repetition for roaming in such a way. The sound of faint scratching forces you to stop. You try listening for where it could be coming from. Standing still in the blackness is all you can do, that’s your only way of hiding now. It seems that the scratching has stopped and so you advance forward with playing the blind person. A few steps in and it comes back, the clawing sound. It’s closer this time, you can feel it. Not only is it louder, but you can sense that whatever is scratching, has also made its way closer to you. What happened to all the windows? You slowly turn around to see if the light from the window is still visible. There’s nothing, or at least, you can’t see anything there. How far have you gone? How big is this place? The scraping is moving from one place to another, you can tell from how it echoes differently every few seconds or so. Is it moving closer to you? You decide that it would be better for you to start walking to your destination again instead of waiting around to find the answer to that question. As you go even deeper into the shadows, you notice that the scratching truly is creeping up to you. Stopping where you are again, you hope that this will also make the unnerving noise stop as well, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t seem to be moving anymore, though, but it’s still playing that creepy tune of screeching. Is this the psycho messing with you? You do your best in pushing your fear away in hopes of running into a wall or something with the noise continuing to follow you.

Your hand finally feels a wooden structure in front of you. The material feels different from the wall. Your hands stroke to wood until you feel a vertical crack with a cold breeze blowing in and a metal knob. You’ve found a door! Can you open it? Your fingers wrap around the handle and your wrist turns. The sound of the metal turning inside the door to complete the mechanism fills you with hope and curiosity for what awaits you on the other side. Still being cautious, you slowly open the door and pray that it doesn’t decide to make a horrid creak. A set of stairs descend into more abyss with one single light handing above them with a flickering pattern. With fear of the unknown setting in again, you hesitate and simply stare at the nothingness before you. Suddenly, the scratching transfers into one continuous scrape along the wall, heading towards you! You turn around to see light illuminating from a window on your favorite wall, and hear footsteps stomping their way to you with the scrape. It’s running at you! In a panic, you get to the stairs and shut the door. Something slams into it on the other side and starts banging on it to get through. You have to run and hide! You make your way down the steps as quickly as you can to get away from whatever the hell that thing is. You’re hoping that the door got jammed or something, either way, you can’t be captured by that psycho!