A/N: Hmm. Once again a short story that's Amnesia related. Wonder what it says about me that they're the ones that come to me relatively easily. XP Enjoy!

And I do NOT own Amnesia: The Dark Descent or anything associated with it. ...But you knew that already! :D

(Update: 6/12/13 - I just realized that I never said that this isn't exactly Brennenburg Castle. Yes, it's Amnesia, but think of it more as a custom story than as the actual A:TDD.)

"It's very dark," I thought as I woke, quietly gasping for breath. "It's also very uncomfortable." I was struck by a vague sense of déjà vu, but it faded quickly and I dismissed it. I gingerly pushed myself into a sitting position, trying not to aggravate all the aching in my body. Laying face down on a stone floor couldn't be good for you.

I silently groaned. It felt like I had been run over by a train. I tried to remember what had happened, but it caused my head to start throbbing. I could even hear the blood rushing through my ears.

"All right," I told myself, "No thinking. That can be arranged." I lurched to my feet, not able to see my hand in front of my face. "Nothing is going to get accomplished with me just sitting here," I thought, reaching out my arms and walking carefully until I hit a wall. A hazy incomplete thought turned me to the left, and I felt along the wall, coming to a wooden dresser. I found the handle and opened up the doors, squatting down to blindly search the bottom, finding a lone tinderbox.

My eyes having adjusted slightly, I saw a candle and cautiously went over to it, my body starting to move automatically as I began thinking. I had no clue if this place was safe or dangerous, but given that I was alone in the dark, in what seemed like a dungeon, unable to think clearly or remember what led me to this point, I picked the obvious choice.

This place? Dangerous. Proceed with caution.

Making it to the candle, I lit it. It flickered slightly, and then grew bright rather quickly, lighting up the whole room. I thought it odd, but I shook it off. I had other things to worry about.

Looking around the room seemingly confirmed my suspicions. Dungeon. Walking over to the only door of the room, I pushed it open. I mentally corrected 'Dungeon' to 'Dungeon looking Wine Cellar' as I started to carefully wander through rows and casks of dusty wine.

An unearthly moan echoed through the large room, catching me off guard and causing me to jump and flail about wildly before I took off running in no specific direction. I let my legs take over as they sprinted, jumped, and just full out ran through the confusing maze of wine. Maybe if I got lost, the... The Thing would as well.

I ran head on into a wall in my panic, not even flinching, and slid around the corner. I ducked behind a large crate, my senses heightened, and the pounding in my ears starting up again. I grit my teeth to keep a hold on reality as the darkness seemed to twist and warp in front of my eyes.

The noises started to come closer, and I tried shutting my eyes against the darkness only to discover I couldn't. The groaning temporarily forgotten, I tried forcing myself to blink. Why couldn't I blink.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when I stood and started sprinting out of my safe corner. "What am I doing?!" I screamed at myself – or rather, attempted to scream. I couldn't speak, I couldn't blink, I had no control of my body, what was going on?! The only thing I had were my thoughts, and what good is that with a monster chasing me?

Panic at not being able to control anything welled within me. I had never been so terrified ever before. Or maybe I had been. I couldn't remember.

My lungs burning, legs pumping, scenery flying past, I ran from the creature. Praying that I would make it.

My legs stopped moving.

My body turned around, forcing me to watch as the hideous demon ran at me. And if I thought I had been terrified before, now I was absolutely petrified. I screamed mentally, and tears silently streamed down my face. It was a nightmare, only worse. Real.

The monster got within striking distance, and ripped at my flesh with razor sharp claws. Pain screamed through my senses, and blood clouded my vision as I dropped to the floor, still hearing the disgusting noises of my own death.

My vision fading, I pleaded, "What did I do to deserve this...?"

. . . . . .

"It's very dark," I thought as I woke, quietly gasping for breath. "It's also very uncomfortable." I was struck by a vague sense of déjà vu, but quickly dismissed it.

A/N: Alright, so I wrote this as a one-shot, and I got an idea the next day to make it a small little series. I have three chapters written, and I'm planning on having five chapters. ...Maybe. XD I'm so sure, don't you love it? So anyways, I'll have the three up pretty quickly, but don't wait up for the last two. I am VERY slow when I'm not inspired. :D