prologue
There is an empty corridor.
Soft carpet deep and red like mature wine, and walls covered with lashings of wallpaper with faded intricate patterns peeling off of the sides. One single chandelier dangling with an ere and creak,covered with spider-webs and thick with dust, made by people who once crossed this path and never turned back. If you look into the depth of the corridor you can feel a slight chill that trickles down your back like melted ice, sliding in between each bone and releasing the warmth from your muscles, and if you listen carefully you can hear the delicate sound of scratching, small finger nails peeling at the wallpaper.
If you attempt to walk down the corridor you can feel the carpet move under you, even though your eyes betray you with its stillness, but your bare feet can feel the carpet slid between your toes almost like thick soft blood creeping under your toe nails, cold and chilling, the strong smell of rust and salt that blood tastes of.
The chandelier is the only essence of light that makes your fragile eye able to see, as it rocks to and fro without being touched by anything but still oxygen. The smell becomes musty and you feel your throat begin to tense in pain, your air waves beginning to close over.
You become frozen to the spot.
The chandelier lights begin to flicker and blink almost as though they feel the same pain you do, and one by one the lights turn off.
Now the corridor is silent and dead.
There are no lights and you are alone. Or are you?
The chandelier drops. Ever bulb smashing and gliding across the air tearing at the wallpaper and scattering at your feet, cutting at your toes. The pain makes you glance down at your feet in horror, only to see blood. Blood dying your toenails a devilish red as the carpet becomes an ocean of salt, you feel it begin to engulf you dragging you under, making you being to sink into the carpet quickly, the blood sliding up to your knee caps, chilling you all over and you cant scream for help, your body just wont let you.
Now the blood is at your throat and even as you close your mouth it slides up your nose and in through your ears, your whole body feeling its self fill up with the salt of the rich blood, you gasp for air but the blood pours down your throat in gallons making you choke and gag, the blood rising up to your eyeballs and you shut your eyes waiting to die.
Suddenly you can breath and your back in the corridor, the carpet still betraying you with stillness.