A box held tightly by her hand as she moved along. The smell was repulsive. A smell of corpses and burnt flesh. Decaying human forms. There were endless doors in a labyrinth that seemed without end. Screams echoing for what seemed forever. Doors led to rooms with bodys hanging from ceilings by metallic chains. Many many bodys dripping into pools of blood drenching the floors in red liquid. Alisas breathing would grow faster and faster. Her heart seemed to beat to no end. She aspired to find a way back to her reality. A reality that didnt exist in this world. All she could remember was the box. The cube with the mysterious tune before it opened. She wished she never had touched it but as they say curiousity kills the cat but for now she is alive.
Frantically searching for a door. A door of any kind to her world. The pathways. The labyrith of a hellish dimension contained nightmarish beings around every corner. She hears faint whispers of their name. The cenobites always following the mysterious beings with pins made to remain in his entire skull. Alisa Kept telling herself this cant be real. Denial would give her no hope here. In this hellish plane of existance. Eventually like everytime in this dream she has over and over. Or what she believed and kept telling herself was a dream. She would end up on a metallic chain. Hanging there with a painting of a unknown man in a green military uniform. She thought he resembled someone in family photos from the past. Her family often would not talk of him.
The man with nails in his skull would softly walk in with eyes of pure black. Black like the abyssal paint strokes in the background of the painting. She had not that heart or strength to fight back aginst this mysterious fiqure and his wicked smile yet without expression on his face.
The death in the air seemed to surround him.
"Tears are worthless my dear alisa. If only you knew the joy and sheer pleasure of pain and suffering. I assure you your suffering will be even legendary in hell. You didnt think you could open the box without repaying the debt did you-"
His expression seemed of disappointment as alisa awoke to a phone ringing. She awoke in sweat and heavy breathing and tears down her soft round cheeks. She answered in hestitation.
A voice of a female came on the phone. Said hello and alisa slowly came to speak.
"Hello mom."
"Are you alright alisa. You seem tense." Her mother replied worryed.
"Just a bad dream is all."
She took a deep breath for a moment and glanced at the table next to her bed.
The box sat upon the table.