"Of course my dear, If I find and capture you I get to keep you. When I say keep you I mean eat you." It laughed. What was once a middle-aged man had turned into a monstrous blob. The blab was pure black remnants of all the previous victims it had gotten to. I started to run down an elaborate hallway filled with doors that led to rooms filled with all sorts of oddities. One door had a pit of severed heads, another room was a void where you would definitely die. Why are there so many doors? What do they all mean? I kept running. I found an opened door with a pup.
"Oh, hello little pup, are you lost?" I asked. I looked into the pup's eyes, and it looked back at me. Then it suddenly lunged out at me and I shut the door. The door burst open and the blob came out. I screamed loudly from the claws that were seeped into my arm. On impact, the door went on top of me and I was almost crushed by it. The blob went the other way not noticing I was behind the door. Is it gone? Am I safe? I suddenly started coughing. I covered my mouth in an attempt to be quiet and not be noticed by the blob. When I stopped coughing I looked at my hands, blood. I looked for any injuries. I had sustained 2 heavily cut legs, a bunch of bruises, and other minor injuries. I tried to get up but I couldn't. I started to hyperventilate and panic. I struggled to rise, but my body refused to cooperate. My breath quickened, and a wave of panic engulfed me, leaving me gasping for air. I decided to stay here, under this door for a while.
As I trudged forward, the wounds that had yet to heal ached with every step, a constant reminder of the trauma I had endured in this nightmarish place. Yet, I pressed on, driven by a desperate need to escape the creeping darkness and filth that permeated this twisted 'funhouse'. Just ahead, a vibrant crimson door materialized, its hue so vivid it almost seemed to pulse with a malignant energy. The sight of that blood-red door sent a shiver down my spine, for I knew all too well the dark symbolism it carried. Visions of past horrors flooded my mind - the sickening crunch of bone, the agonized screams that still haunted my nightmares, the nauseating stench of fresh gore. Could I bear to subject myself to such torment once more, to willingly step into the maw of some unspeakable evil? The door loomed before me, a gaping maw ready to ensnare and devour any who dared to cross its threshold. Each fiber of my being screamed to turn back, to seek an alternative path to freedom, no matter how elusive. Yet, the prospect of continuing to wander endlessly through this house of horrors was a fate equally as daunting. My heart pounded in my ears as I stood before the crimson portal, the decision weighing heavily upon me. Should I risk the unknown terrors that lay beyond, or retreat to the relative safety of the shadows, even if it meant resigning myself to an interminable purgatory? This place is a living hell! I continued to stand in front of the ominous door. Maybe it could be my chance out of here. I opened the door in front in a vain and desperate attempt to get out of this 'funhouse'. Inside the door was the creature again. I can feel my grip on reality slipping, like sand through my fingers. The creature before me, it...it's not human, at least not anymore. Its form shifts and contorts, defying all logic and reason. One moment, it's a towering, hulking mass of muscle and sinew, the next a lithe, serpentine figure coiled to strike. "What are you?" I hear myself ask, my voice trembling with a fear I can no longer contain. "What do you want from me?" The creature lets out a guttural, inhuman laugh that sends a spike of terror straight through my heart. Its eyes, once human, now glimmer with a predatory intelligence that makes my skin crawl. I back away, stumbling over my own feet as I try to put distance between us. But it's no use - with each passing second, the creature draws nearer, its very presence a suffocating force that threatens to consume me. "Stay back!" I scream, my voice cracking with desperation. "Stay away from me, you...you monster!" The words seem to amuse the creature, for its lips curl into a twisted, sardonic grin. And then, in the blink of an eye, its form shifts once more, morphing into something even more horrific and unnatural. I can feel the last vestiges of my sanity slipping away, replaced by a paralyzing terror that grips me like a vice. This can't be happening, it can't be real. It has to be a nightmare, a twisted figment of my imagination. But the searing pain that lances through my body as the creature's claws rake across my flesh tells me otherwise. I'm drowning in a sea of madness, grasping desperately for any semblance of reality, any tether to the world I once knew. But it's all slipping away, consumed by the relentless, shape-shifting horror that stands before me.
"Why don't I end your suffering once and for all." The creature said. It reached what looked like an arm out and grabbed my face digging its claws into my face and squeezing my head.
"Let me go. LET ME GO! LET.ME.GOOOOO!" I screamed.
"Shut up you noisy mutt." The creature said. "Your father would be so disappointed, maybe I should get him."
"My f..father?"I stared at the creature in horror, my mouth and body refusing to move or say another word. I Stayed backed away into a corner. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. It can't, it can't, it can't. Drowned in an endless trail of thoughts I sat in that corner for 5 days hopeless and afraid, afraid of what the monster would do to me, afraid of my father, afraid of dying altogether.
The five days flew by in a breeze. The creature did not kill me, they gave me some sort of liquid and poorly made scrambled eggs. I continued to be quiet and stayed in my corner. Why won't he kill me already? What's so special about me? Do I really deserve this?