Justyn walked through the door and heard it close behind him. He looked around. There were already twists and turns. But he noticed something odd. The room numbers were randomized. The first door he saw was labeled room number 1462. Were there really that many people in that circle of people? He wandered for a bit and came across a door labeled "Room 200", but next to it was room 1254.
Justyn heard someone talking behind him. He whipped around and saw two people walking towards him, but not really paying attention to him. He called out to them, "Hey do you guys know where to go?" One of them shrugged their shoulders and the other said no, and they walked past him and turned a corner. They were probably in the same situation as him. Justyn began to wonder if he should have made a friend or two in the reception room. He started towards the hall ahead of him, looking down the hall the two guys went down. They were nowhere to be found. They probably turned another corner.
Justyn suddenly got the chills. Something about that hall gave him a bad feeling. It wasn't something paranormal, unlike everything else that has been happening.
As Justyn walked down more corridors, he soon realized that he was lost. He had no idea where he was, or even where he came from. All he could do was to just press on and hope he gets somewhere.
He passed by so many doors. Room 1392, 427, 174, and even room 211. But room 212 was nowhere to be found. He walked and walked and walked, but he only felt that he was getting further from his destination, despite traveling towards it. At least he felt he was traveling towards it. To be honest, Justyn had no idea where he was going. He was picking hallways at random hoping maybe he'd come across his room, but to no luck.
Justyn didn't know how long he was in these halls, but it felt like hours. He was getting tired of walking, so he sat to rest. He looked up at the door right in front of him. The label said "Room 1254". He covered his face with his palms due to his own disappointment in himself. He wanted to just get this over with, but he had just walked in a circle, which made him worry. What if he never finds his room? What if he starves? Can he even starve here? He couldn't answer any of those questions, and that just worried him more. But the silence of the halls was broken by a very vivid daydream. He saw and heard someone walking in the day dream. He looked up and awoke from the daydream, but the sounds continued. It was close, and the voice echoed through his head. It sounded like it was down the hall to his left, where he came from. He looked down there but saw no one. He was confused and this made him worry even more.
"Am I being followed?" Justyn wondered. He felt a familiar chill, exactly like the one he had earlier. He got up and started walking.
His heart started to beat as he walked. He then heard something else. Coming from behind him, where he heard the voice. It was footsteps. He was being followed. The steps were faster than Justyn's. He was being chased, and this terrified him.
Justyn, despite advising himself not to, he took a peek behind. The footsteps stopped and he saw no one. His heart stopped for a second. That was clearly a sign, so naturally, he started sprinting down the hall at full speed. He felt like he was going crazy. He had no idea where those footsteps were coming from now. They weren't coming from a person, at least not a visible one, but at this point, he didn't care who or what was following him. He just needed to escape with his life.
Justyn stopped to rest again, this time not sitting down, worried he'd have to run again. He was sweating a lot. He must've ran a long while, but he didn't feel like it. It was all a blur. His body just went into auto-pilot and he ran. He thought about what he heard, specifically the voice. He couldn't remember what it said, maybe because couldn't hear it quite well. The voice was more of a whisper, so he really couldn't hear what it said.
Justyn started to walk again. He then thought about all the rooms he passed while he ran. What if one of them were his room? He decided not to back-track, since he couldn't even remember what corners he passed and when, and he also didn't want to run into whatever was following him.
He walked for a while. He lost track of any sense of time. For all he knew, he could've been walking through here for days. He was tired, not just of walking, but tired overall. He wanted to sleep, but he was against the idea. If he slept, that thing could catch up to him, and get him in his sleep.
Justyn continued down the halls. It feels like they had just been copy and pasted. There were no clear differences in any of the halls. They were devoid of detail, except for textures on the carpet and on the walls, and sometimes there were tables with vases on them, but they were empty. He looked at each passing door, but one caught his eye. "Room 1254." His mouth dropped at the sight of it. This was the third time he had seen this damn door. He raised his fist and punched the door.
"DAMN IT!!" Justyn cried out in desperation, but no one was around to hear him.
He traveled a bit further. He found a familiar corridor. It was the same one he saw those two guys go down. Justyn gave a deep breath. It still gave him a bad feeling, but at this point, what choice did he have?
He walked down the corridor and turned to the left, just to find a giant opening. It was about the size of the reception room. Justyn was walking to the other end of the room where there was a doorway like the one he passed through to find this place. As he was walking, he stepped on something squishy. The carpet was wet. Someone had spilled water on the carpet. He cringed away from the damp spot on the carpet, leaving more wet tracks on the carpet.
Justyn noticed something though. He crouched to look at his shoes. His heart dropped. He saw a bright red liquid. Justyn isn't dumb, he knew what it was, but he had a hard time believing it.
"Blood?" Justyn thought. "Why would there be blood here?" There was only one answer to that question, someone was attacked.
He made his way to the doorway and looked down the hall to the right. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped as he saw a body, clearly dead. He stumbled backwards in dismay and tripped on his own foot. He hit the ground and it was louder than he expected. He then heard footsteps behind him. He looked behind him, and he actually saw someone standing in the middle of the giant room. He looked confused as to why he was cowering on the floor. But that confusion turned into fear as he looked down at Justyn's hand, which had fallen into the spot where the blood was.
"No, no, this is a mistake!" Justyn reasoned, but the man rightfully backed away. To him, he had just come across a murderer.
Justyn stood up. He was acting irrationally. "I didn't kill him!!" Justyn cried.
"GET BACK!" The man screamed at Justyn as if he were a rabid animal.
As Justyn crept closer, he got a better look at the man. "Oh no…" Justyn thought. He's the guy I saw earlier.
The man interrogated Justyn. "What'd you do to Alan?!" He asked.
The man pulled out a knife. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I SWEAR TO GOD I DIDN'T DO IT!" Justyn responded.
The man suddenly looked down in despair. Then he looked back up in rage. "You'll pay for this…" The man fiercely told Justyn.
The man ran at Justyn. Justyn turned and ran down the hall on the right. Justyn then tripped on the leg of the dead person. The person jumped at Justyn and swung his knife at him. Justyn caught his arm and kicked him off, and he continued down the hall, the man following right behind him. Then Justyn had an idea. Justyn couldn't remember what halls he ran down when he was getting away from the strange footsteps, so maybe he could do the same thing now. If Justyn could lose himself in the hall, he could lose the person following him.
Justyn started turning corners at random. He could still hear the person following him though, but they were slowly getting quieter. Left, right, right, left, left, right, left. He turned corner after corner. He then slowed down, but the person was still following him, although they were far behind. Justyn saw an unlabeled room. He grabbed the door knob and opened it. It was a storage room. He got inside and closed the door quickly.
It was extremely claustrophobic, and he felt his own heart beating. He could hear the beating of his heart. He looked around the room. There were no weapons except for a broom, which could barely be considered a weapon, but nevertheless, he grabbed it. The footsteps outside the room got louder and louder. Eventually the footsteps went by. He immediately felt a giant relief. At this point he probably turned another corner. Justyn was fine.
Justyn opened the door slowly. Suddenly a hand grabbed the door and threw it open. A man was standing in front of Justyn with an evil glare in his eye. He was obviously crazed, but he also looked to be just as scared as Justyn was. He was still holding the knife. He thought that man had ran by, but he was wrong. "This mistake may cost me my life." Justyn thought to himself.
The man pulled his arm back, ready to stab Justyn in the gut. Justyn's reflexes kicked in. Justyn thrusted the broom handle into his gut, but the man didn't react much to it, except for stumbling back. Justyn tried to push through the man, but he instead was pushed into a wall. He was obviously stronger than Justyn, and he pushed him really hard. Justyn almost fell, but he caught himself on a little table with a vase. The table was knocked over after he prevented himself from falling, and the vase dropped and broke.
The vase broke into dozens of pieces. Justyn realized he couldn't run anymore. He would only be caught. He grabbed one of the pieces of the vase. The shard was very sharp, and Justyn grabbed it quickly, and he cut himself. He was in severe pain, but he resisted the urge to let go.
The man ran towards him, ready to attack. He swung at Justyn, stabbing him in the arm. Justyn pulled away from him resulting in the man letting go of the knife, leaving it in Justyn's arm. The man realized his mistake and panicked. The crazed man started to cry begging for mercy on his knees.
Justyn was just as crazed as him. The pain and the repetition of the halls were driving him mad. Justyn walked up to the man, and stabbed him in the throat. He flopped over bleeding to death, while Justyn collapsed, terrified of what he had just done. Justyn screamed, and the halls carried the echo of his voice. His scream rang through the halls. He really did go mad. In that man's last moments, Justyn must have had the same evil glare in his eye, and just the thought of that terrified Justyn.
Justyn pulled the knife out of his arm with a squeal. He looked ahead down the hall to see another person. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The person looked terrified. Justyn ran at him fully intending to kill him. The person ran. He turned corners, like Justyn did.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" The person screamed in terror.
Justyn stopped in his tracks as the person ran off. Justyn dropped the piece of vase and looked at his hands. One was bleeding and the other was just covered in blood. He realized that he was giving in. "This was the point…" Justyn thought. "...this is a trial isn't it". Justyn began to laugh. He was laughing not because he enjoyed what he did, but because he didn't know how to feel. To Justyn, he had become a monster. He never imagined that this would happen, I mean who would?
Justyn looked up to see something strange. He saw a door. A door with a glowing red exit sign right above it. The red light covered the door ominously, but at this point Justyn didn't mind. He opened the door to see a street. Like a neighborhood. He walked through the door and he heard the door click shut behind him. He turned around to see the door was missing. He was stuck.