My eyes opened as I found myself in some kind of boiler room. I stepped forward, looking around the eerie, fog filled boiler room. There was a screeching noise, as if someone was dragging their nails across a chalk board. I turned the corner and a fire lit up in the boiler and there were screams, bloodcurdling ones. I'm not gonna lie, I was scared and the screeching noise came again, closer this time.
"Is anyone there?" I asked. There was more metallic screeching,
"just me!" a low, gravelly voice said. I turned to see a man, his face was burnt down and nasty. He wore dress pants, a dirty red and green sweater, and a dusty brown hat. The hat was almost a fedora, but not quite. He had a glove on his hand, he flicked his fingers and exposed what looked like knives for fingers.
"what the hell are you?" I asked, backing away. He laughed, an maniacal look in his eyes.
"what, you don't know me?" he said. he walked towards me, scratching into the pipes next to him. I backed up more and tripped over a low lying water pipe. He stood over me,
"Pathetic you kids, makes you not even worth killing." He said. he swung his hand and sliced a large gash in my palm. I winced out in pain and moaned,
"You kids, your all the same." He continued. I got up and ran off down the thin hallway, turning at each corner without thought. Then he just appeared around the third corner, sending me slipping to the ground.
"Why are you running? I just want to hang out." He said, with that a wire dropped down around my neck and wrapped itself around my neck. There was a bright light and I felt a vacuum like force pulling me up.