Vincent climbed the stairs, watching the floor-platforms pass by, 1st, 2, and then 3rd and so on. From under his weight the flight of steps cracked and creaked making an eerie clatter in his ears, it made his skin crawl.
After what seemed like forever he finally found himself at his platform "5th, floor" it was the second to the last door on the left, there were no living quarters on the right. They were all sealed shut and repainted over with fresh new dry-wall added to make it look like there was nothing there. Vincent had lived there for far too long that he'd seen so many people move in and every one move out. Now no one lived on the 5th floor and it had been that way for 6 year now.
The hallways started to form with cobwebs filling the top corners with the white thread. Spiders also aggravated him even making him jump at times, He grimace. The door paint and numbers were slowly fading away leaving the clear coating behind piling away. Almost every light was blown out in the hall was so dim.
No one really knew how run-down the place in reality was. There was only one working light left hanging by the wire, flickering half way down the corridor about a door down from his room. It was doing fine until a week ago, now it flickered franticly. "Odd" he thought, yet anther thing that was toying with his mind. The carpet was a dark gray before the light faded but toward his door and the last it was darkened to a black. The walls were carved with animal claw marks. The marks slashed a crossed vertically, chips of gashed wall crumbled on the floor.
He did not know why it was like that. His memories were murky, and occasionally his chest gave him hell since last week when the carpet, walls, and the only light went to shit. Standing in puzzlement Vincent tried to recall what had happened and why was there a faint light coming from under the last door. Next to his, no one lived on his floor. Raising an eyebrow. Vincent thought harder.
Thinking harder made his chest hurt, and a new headache crept into his skull. Breathing became a struggle and nausea set in.
"No" Vincent growled clutching at his heart and shaking his head. The pain brought him down to his knee.
Everything was dead silent like white noise, the light wavered for the last time and the hallway fell into darkness with Black hazy mist that was blacker then any darkness made by the fading sun. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to run. but he froze, finger loosely grasping around Cerberus's trigger .The pain in his chest subsided and the nausea dissipated but his head was pounding.
Distant light foot-steps closed in from behind and the sound of a crackling fire rang in Vincent ears. The hair on the back of his neck stud on end, undoing the clasp around Cerberus with his thumb like a ghost pulling it free from the holder Vincent held it at the hip under his cloak. Cocking the metal hinge back he heard the tap from the gun knowing now it was ready to fire on sight.
Foot falls grew stronger and the air went cold. Tensing up Vincent slung himself upward aiming three barrels down the corridor.
Vincent scanned the hall in the dark franticly eyes darting back and forth. All that was there was darkness, the misty shadow disappeared and the hall grew brighter from behind. The slam of a door make him jump, however, when he turned around the light from under the door next to his shut off.
Vincent shivered "what the hell" he thought"...is this place possessed?" shaking his head he put Cerberus away and crept back into his room and locked the door shut, wondering about what just happened