The Man Within The Trapped Prison

Those running for the feeble minded, those lost for the lost.

Oh kind faith, oh kind faith I died trying to protect her.

Michael Petersen 2009

Date 25 Of August 2010 -

At one time I met this guy, a lonely guy, he told me of his stories, of being trapped inside a mansion, cold and dreaded by the water filling the room. Someone had placed him there, he was left to rot, how he escaped is simple, yet how he ended up there, again is a mystery. His name is Leon, he was a broker, he had a wife and kids. However, when he was captured by someone his family slowly vanished, when he came back, he was left alone, no one to take care of him, no one thinking about him.

The story I am about to relay to you is a short story about how a man escaped from a locked up prison and how he ended there again. Late a morning in July, he was strolling, around the park; he usually did this, every morning, out to get some fresh air. However, when he turned to go home someone must've knocked him down with something, the next thing he remembered, was a cold and dark room and the sound of water dripping.

Someone approached him from a door; it was a woman, she spoke out to him. However, he was, too weak to reply to what she said; slowly, he fainted on the floor. He later woke up he wasn't sure, what time it was, it was too dark to even try to find out, she wasn't there either. He looked over at the other corners, couldn't really see that much but remembered, that he always walked around with a lighter, he took it up from his pocket and lighted.

What he saw almost made him puke, he wasn't alone, well, in some sense, he was, however, you see the floor was filled, with dead people, blood everywhere; he had been placed in between all of these humans, who were, killed by weird marks. Was this the way he was going to die as well, he thought to himself, was this his end, he tried standing, but couldn't, his body was numb? He suddenly heard something, from the room next door.

Someone or something was roaring inside the other room, this couldn't be good, he had to stand, and he had to protect himself. Protect himself before he became like the others, but what to do, he slowly tried rising from the ground one more time, this time he got a little push, somehow succeeded he in standing, his body was numb though, if he wasn't careful he would fall again. He took out of his pocket a knife as well; this knife was only a small pocket knife.

It wasn't going to do him much good. He looked around the room for a crack, something indicating an escape, of course he couldn't find anything, and he couldn't see any way to get out of this place. Of course he wouldn't be able to escape, he thought to himself, while he was standing there in the room, hearing the roaring of the beast, he thought about his family, how long had he been there, maybe hours, maybe days, maybe even weeks, he couldn't be sure of anything. While he stood there thinking of his family something hit him, he got an idea, he remembered something, about using a knife on a door, with the knife in his pocket, he might just be able to pry open the door, one of the doors. However, he had to be careful, the beast might hear him, and if it did, it might pick up on it, and he couldn't be sure, where it was roaring from, he was only sure that it came from one of the doors, now to pick the right and advance further into his own nightmare.

He decided to take the door to the left, there were 3 doors, one to the right, and one in the corner to the Far East and finally the door to the left, he tried prying it open, after many minutes he somehow succeeded in prying it open, he carefully opened the door. However, to his dismay the creature he heard roaring was behind this door, luckily it was a dog, at least he thought that was lucky. However, this dog was like Cujo, mad, crazy just wanting him dead, he ran for his life around in the room, occasionally he would try to wave with the knife and the lighter, as to scare the dog away. However, it didn't work. After minutes of running, he somehow hit the dog, with the knife, it pierced through the heart of the dog; it fell down in the middle of all the other corpses it had devoured, he ran towards the door, only to find the resting room, for the dog, now he had to use more time, prying the other doors, he began prying the door to the far east, hoping that this was the door towards his escape.

After a lot more time trying to pry it open, he succeeded in doing so, this seemed, like the right door, he came about a long hallway, the hallway looked almost new, everything seemed, like it had never been touched. However, to the untrained eye it would look like that.

The reality though, was very much another, for you see the floors was, in fact, filled with ghastly corpses, of humans, of strange animals, he was walking down a den of death, if you could call it that, later, on, he came about a door, this door was luckily not locked, when he opened the door, someone in the room, yelled out to him, it was a man, a black man laying on the ground, bleeding with a gun in his hands, he told Leon, that his time had passed and that, he shouldn't be going this way, he told him to return, to the big room, with the many corpses and also told him, that everything on would be certain death, if he went the same way as the black man.

He gave him his gun and felt numb afterwards, dying with his last breath of air, Leon went back to the hallway and returned to the big room, here he found the other door and began to try and pry it open. When he finally had it open he went through, it was a hallway as well, but this hallway unlike the other wasn't filled with dead people, it seemed as if this door had never been touched, at least not for others who tried to survive the gruesome horror, on the walls words were placed, many words, sentences about dooming people, sentences of death and gruesome destruction.

However, this wasn't the thing he noticed, no, there was a wall kept just for him, pictures filled with things that had happened in his life, another wall with pictures of the black man he saw, but he was more concerned with his own, after looking through his life, which the person who had enslaved him here probably had noted and kept a journal over, he found something else, a letter, a letter addressed to him, it said something like this.

Dear Leon, you are trapped, here for all of time, try to escape as you may, I see you have come this far. However, you aren't allowed to escape. Like the other person, you have all your life thought about yourself, I am sure you didn't even recognize me, when you saw me, for that this mansion will destroy you. Try as you may to escape, but you won't be able to, I am sure you had much dismay, when you killed your own dog, I am sure you noticed, your own son in the puddle of dead people, I am even sure you heard the cry for help, by your old friend. However, you aren't allowed to leave. Like the others of your kind, like your son, who betrayed his mother, like your friend, who burned his wife, like your dog, who ate people, I am sure you have earned your punishment. If you have made it this far, then the tables of surely changed, you are wiser than I thought. However, this is where your story ends.

As he threw the letter away, he looked around the room, for something indicating a door, yet the place, was only filled with walls, thinking to himself a lot, he began waving his knife around the walls, as to find something soft, indicating something he could cut through, while he did this imagines of his dog, of his son and of all the people he loved kept flowing in his head, yeah he had seen his son, he had killed his dog, he felt like a piece of shit, however, he couldn't do anything about it, he had to persevere.

Nothing is gained by dying, that is the rule for survival, and he knew that. Luckily, the wall with the black man's stuff, was made of only paper, he got through the paper and found himself, within a dining hall, while he was walking around the room, he found something, it was a key, it was covered in blood, it still seemed fresh. He took the key and tried using it on the door, of course this key worked perfectly, with the door, he got through and now, found himself within a large hall, that went many meters, people were screaming but from where, at this time he wasn't sure if he was clear in the head, beginning to feel more and more sick. Were these voices real, he had seen corpses, many of them, however, was it all real, was this a dream perhaps, he wasn't sure anymore, of course he persevered.

However, his legs began to shake; he couldn't move anymore, he felt numb and fainted on the floor in the big hallway? Just right before his fainting, he heard something, "Take him down into the cellar". After probably hours he woke up, somewhere completely different, someone walked over to him, laying on the floor, covered in robes, he didn't say anything or tried to move, as it would've been impossible, a little child came running towards him, he looked at this child and by god was astonished, it was his son, he had seen his son's body, covered in blood, brutality killed, by the dog, however, here he stood right in front of him. The kid slowly took his ropes of him; he slowly arose from the ground, gazed at his son. However, this wasn't his son, he looked one more time, saw something different, and it was a child. However, a girl, she looked at him with frightening eyes, ran away, left him alone, or that's what she would have him believe, slowly she came about him again, with a bloody knife, she slowly walked towards him, her eyes were covered in blood, she made many twitches as she neared him.

Without hesitating he hurried and took the knife out of his pockets, it seemed as no one had taken it, when they moved him from the enormous hallway, when she was just up, next to him, he waved with the knife, without even a glimpse, of what happened, he fainted quickly, the next thing he noticed was waking up, in the same hallway he fainted in before, however, this time around the walls in the hallway were filled with inscriptions, many thousand words. Words inscribed in blood, it seemed he wasn't the first, trying to escape, most of the people, who had probably tried to escape, wrote only words, not recognizable to anyone. However, some of the sentences showed him a way out, it seemed as if they knew, that someone else than them, would end up here. Slowly, though, the words vanished, until only one single word was repeated, in the whole hallway, the word was simple and subtle, "Unlimited". He ran for the door, with all his might the door broke, running through many corridors.

He kept on running; while he ran, he saw the figure of people who had been killed down here, heard voices, cries, prayers. Suddenly, after running through, almost ten hallways he came out, into a big ballroom, here he stopped up quickly and saw a woman, a woman with the child he had just seen, he asked what she wanted with him, why she kept trying to hold him captured, what had he done, what could he have done that was so awful as to deserve such a punishment. She looked at him with fury in her eyes, everything around him, slowly began to crumble, she began to fade, the child began to lose breath.

He stood and watched, until nothing was there anymore, the whole room began to shape shift; all walls were replaced, with bloody words, the floors filled with blood, corpses falling down from the ceiling. He ran for a huge door, this had to be the exit, somehow with all of the strength he had in him. He got it open, he found himself outside. However, this was not the real exit, it couldn't be, if he walked just an inch, he would fall down, many thousand meters down and die upon impact, a mansion on a little block, out in nothingness. Turning around, he saw people running towards him, creatures lurking in the dark, of the mansion, his own dog regenerated, his son who came running, towards him with a huge knife, a girl, the same girl, he had seen twice running as well, he began to see bodies, that he had seen in the room, where he first woke up. Suddenly, he knew he didn't have another choice. However, he remembered something, something he forgot quickly, on the floor where he woke up, in the middle of all the corpses, was written something, now he remembered, he jumped out into nothingness.

He didn't fall, he ran towards, another ground of stairs, not seen by anyone, the creatures, people of the mansion, slowly began to fade away, he found himself safe, when he came home, after running and running for his life, he saw to his dismay that the whole house was empty, someone had taken all of the things, he owned. It was like nobody had lived there, this is where he began searching the town, searching everywhere, for his lost love, for his children, even for his son, who he didn't remember losing.

Nobody knew anything, nobody knew him, even the police, didn't know what he was talking about, somehow he was erased from existence, this is where he found me, this is where he began, telling me his story, I followed him for the rest of the day, somehow when I woke up, the next day, he was gone, leaving a letter, where he had written.

Dear Michael, I am returning to find my son, my wife, my friends, I might not return, I might disappear, however, I won't let them disappear, I will not sacrifice them for me. My life is not greater than theirs, I will accept death if it means saving them. Please understand, I got to save them, my body, my heart, my brain isn't anything, I can sacrifice that for them, you want to know, what the inscription said in the end. What the words on the floor depicted, you want to know, why I return. They were of a nature suitable only for me, like someone knew me; I want to find out whom that someone is. The sentence went like this "Leon, you are the unlimited, run for safety, forget about what you see, kill what you don't know and kill what you know. Sacrifice, your soul for them, this is your destiny, the blood my friend, runs in your veins, remember me, I will return for you, my friend Leon, I am waiting, in my mansion, sacrifice your soul for the unlimited.".

Heeh, so you see, he went back, into the mansion, back into my mansion, he is the unlimited the only one able to save my love, my lost one, I will gladly sacrifice him for hers life, heeh, Leon you are dumber than you think, unlimited what is that, are you even sure you know what it is, are you sure you know?

I will return for you my friend, you are one of the unlimited but what about the rest, what about them, you are running to save her, you are running to save the one I couldn't save, you are my sacrifice, I will do anything in getting you, to sacrifice your soul for the soul of my beloved, unlimited child run forth, run for your life.

He ran for the bridge, the bridge, that would bring him inside the mansion one more time, somehow he got there, if he escaped is another story, a story I am not going to relate to you right now, I am sure you are curious to know how many hundred people died in my mansion. However, I have only chosen a few selected, I build my mansion, on a hill, in nothingness, here every horror that exists is, it is my joy to present to you my mansion, my castle, you have only just begun Leon, everyone else have only just begun.

Everything is lies and deceit, it is my world and you who fall, are many. I won't stop until she is saved, until she is alive, sacrifice every soul for her, I will call myself the grim reaper, I am not death. However, I am the one who will end this, it is my wish, my life, I want to resurrect her, get ready Leon, and get ready everyone for this is the end.

Nothing shall stop my pursuit for happiness, I might be the worst criminal in this world, but everyone left to rot in my prison is none better than me, I sacrifice only those suitable for sacrificing, isn't that justice, isn't that the right thing to do, I ask you, isn't it?

Until we come to understand, the things we cannot comprehend, we will always be left to rot, until we find our soul, within another. Michael Petersen 2009

To be continued…!