"H-Hello?" I called out against the vast void of black that lay all around me, "Is there. . . Is there anybody there?" The air was heavy around me, pushing down upon my shoulders harshly as if I were high on Mount Everest. Small coughs emanated from my body from the foul stench of death and decay that floated around me. I stood there, shaking in terror for what seemed an eternity before my body became a tight bundle of muscles. 'Wh-What was that?' The voices in my head seemed more petrified that the one's coming from my mouth.
A quiet tick noise sounded in the room I was kept in, echoing against and off the walls. Torches lit down the path that lay before me, the light from the fire illuminating a vivid picture. Oh dear, those images that were all around were anything but pleasant. Bones covered the walls as blood dripped from eye sockets of skulls. Rats pillaged the ground around my feet searching for any morsel that they could possibly pick up and devour, treading back to a hollowed out corpse in a corner. I shuddered as I noticed that the worse thing of all was what lay at the end of this corridor, a man. "S-Sir? Can you tell me where I am?" My voice quaked worse than someone with an apparent stuttering problem. "S-Sir!" Questions became shouts and pleas became cries as I called out towards the gentleman, but it seemed like I should have kept quiet.
Twitching ever so gently, he turned around in mid-air, levitating. A black suit? Yes, it was definitely a black suit that covered his entire being, and a black tie hanging from the collar. What was he? Some sort of CIA agent? No. . . No. . . He couldn't be because. . . His face, where was his face? It wasn't right! It wasn't right at all!
Eric convulsed on the couch he was laid upon, spazzing frantically as screams curdled from his mouth. "He's coming! He'll kill us all!" Guards rushed into the therapy room of the mental hospital, restraining the middle-aged man as well as they could with the straps so conveniently placed on the arms of that cool leather chair. "He'll come for you too, bitch! He'll slice your throat and ignite your kids in a fiery inferno!" He spat the words at the therapist, spiting her very existence as well as he could.
A flick of her wrist was all it took, and the male was out cold; a small needle protruding from his neck… (To be continued~)