Level 3
Terrible gray smoke invades the room in which you currently reside,
It invades your lungs, gripping them as you fade away from the light.
You open your eyes to an indigo sky,
Accented by millions of tiny, brilliant eyes.
You stand and begin to step towards a door,
Around the door is a two story house.
Your mission is to get to the third floor,
There you'll be left out.
The first floor has no furniture,
Just a mangled body; a victim of torture.
In the corner you see a ladder leading to the above level,
But first you must make a deal with your devil.
He appears wearing a familiar face.
He wants your blood signature, assuring it won't be a waste.
His smile comforts you as you prick your thumb,
Oh God, look at what you've done.
He disappears into smoke, terrible gray smoke.
You look back to the body. It has a mischievous smile(as if taking a toke),
You place your foot on the first rung,
You reach the top. In front of you, a mirror is hung.
Stare deeply and it becomes transparent, a window,
It's reflective again, and behind you a wispy flow,
Of gray smoke. You turn around to see a specter, an apparition. His grin reminds you of the body.
He says he can help you on your mission.
Follow his orders, go back downstairs-down ladder, rather,
Pick up the body and bring it up and place it anywhere. That doesn't matter.
The spirit examines the body, he scowls.
He wants you to grab some towels.
You wrap your head, only your eyes show.
You do the same to the body, not sure why, though.
Suddenly a towel appears around the spirit's head as well.
Here's where you understand, so he begins to smell.
He begins to spill and the devil reappears, blade in his hands.
Ethereal, he begins to stab the already dead man.
STOP! They all halt. You look at the body, the spirit, the devil. They're all the same being.
You look at the mirror and fall down reeling.
You're unconscious before you hit the floor.
You wake up and before you stands a door. Just a door.
They're all gone. You're simply alone.
Hold your breath and open the door. Here it goes.
You're awake. You're where you were before the smoke, the terrible gray somke.
Everything is the same, except in your pocket is a note.
Unfold, stare and there's nothing there. Stare harder and this is what you see:
Your face, the body, the spirit, and the devil. Each one is alike and dissimilar. You see all this and the words Level 3.