I don't know where I am, how long have I been here? I don't know where I am. My name is Harry, I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I should walk no I should run! Why am I running? Oh that's why, a shadow is chasing me, come on move! Finally my legs obey my urgent commands and I'm running so fast with no direction. Its dark, but it's always dark here. It used to be light. Not anymore. I came when here when it was light before the darkness covered all. The pavement was sticky with blood that should have dried long ago. Lots of things aren't right here, in fact it's all wrong, when the wind blows it howls with panicked screams that make your toes curl in fright. It was an amusement park, still is except nothing about this place is in anyway amusing. I'm in the hall of mirrors now, panting I take in huge gulps of air, looking into one of the cracked mirrors stained with bloody hand prints I stare at myself in the disorientated mirror that makes you look tall, I'm a teen but I don't know how old, I lost track of time here, I lost track of everything here, even my friends… my dirty denim jeans are ripped all over, I have on a stripy top with a faded red hoodie on. Red used to be my favourite colour, now it only reminds me of all the gore I have witnessed in this damned place. The light bulbs around the mirrors start to flicker. Oh no not again and just like that I forget again. I don't know where I am.
