Horror Oneshot for the SolarClan monthly writing contest!

I don't even know if this is scary, so tell me in the reviewssss. Horror is not really my thing, so hopefully this story is good for a first try.

*bows and runs away*

Entered, Wandered, Eaten

The lights hanging above me flickered as I walked down the narrow hallway. My claustrophobia started to kick in as the passage got narrower and narrower. The slime lining the walls hung off my tattered clothing; long strands of greenish-yellow goo that stuck to you like glue. My hands brushed the sides of the hallway, fingers passing over the cracks over the walls, and the sticky goo that had always been there. A thin wail echoed around the tunnel, but I ignored it.

I continued down the hall, my arms pressed tightly against my sides to avoid scraping them on the rough surface of the wall. I didn't want to worsen the bruises and cuts that peppered my skin. Gradually, the walls closed even more around me, to the point I had to go sideways to fit through the gap. Scraping against the sides was inevitable now. Goo soaked through my thin, baggy tank top and stuck to my skin.I wished I still had the jacket I had ditched a while ago. Even with the torn sleeves and rips, it would have easily kept me dry. I shivered as the cold liquid dripped down my back. There was a light at the end of the hallway, much to my delight. I moved faster, desperate to get to the light. Usually, in the tunnels, light was a good thing. The darkness and dankness of the passages spelled out danger. Desperation started to show in my expression; I had been in here too long. Ever since last month, I had been down here, lost in a labyrinth of tunnels rumoured to be haunted by angry spirits. Any sign of light could mean the outside world, the sun.

I remembered the day I had come into the labyrinth. I had been tugged there by some unknown force, just as I was leaving my house to go out for the night. There had been a whisper in the wind that night. I heard people murmuring in my ear, but when I looked, I only saw emptiness. Slowly but surely, I veered off the sidewalk, and began to walk to the place the voices were leading me, to the nature reserve near my home. I had been faced with a forest, and I had entered that forest.

As I ventured through that forest, I began to remember the disappearances around my little town, and the little old ladies gossiping about the forest being cursed in soft, serious tones. I had though it was just a silly rumour, just superstition. But for some weird reason, I started to think that the ladies were not joking. I willed myself to go back, to head back to my home, but my legs just carried me to my doom. That had been exactly one month ago.

I had long been accustomed to the long, piercing screams echoing along the tunnels. I was now used to the messages written haphazardly across the moss-infested walls. Help, they read. Save me. They're coming. They're here. Every single message haunted me. The bright crimson ink, a splash of bright colour against the dull grey walls, was daunting. Once you realized that it was blood, you really got spooked. I looked towards the light. It was closer now. I reached out, and a soft yellow glow bathed my fingertips. I inched forward, heart lifting with each tiny step. I stepped out of the tiny hallway, breathing a sigh of relief. I looked up at the light bulb hanging crookedly from the ceiling, feeling a pang as my hopes of it being another source of light, the sun, die. I wrapped my trembling, goo-covered fingers around it, however, relishing the warmth it radiated. I closed my eyes in happiness, only to open them to see red on the wall in front of me, of course.

You're doomed.

My fingers fell away from the bulb. I traced the words with my fingers, now trembling again. I pulled my finger away, and felt something come away with it. I turned my hand, to see crimson prints on my fingertips. Thin, shining strands of red hung from the words and my fingers.

It was fresh blood. That message- proof of another person's demise. I bit my lip nervously. The fact the blood was not yet dry meant it had not happened long ago. My heart dropped when I saw the blood splashed against the wall, slowly trickling downwards, and over my scuffed boots. I stared dumbly at it, too shocked to move. My eyes travelled to the trail that led down another tunnel.

I didn't know what had taken hold of me at that moment, because I followed it. It was like the unseen force that had led me to the labyrinth in the first place. The blood dried on my fingers, turning into a thin crust. My eyes, tired of the pastel colours of the tunnels, remained trained on the blood trail, mesmerised by the striking colour, yearning for some more. I travelled farther down the tunnel. The blood trail grew larger and larger, the blood covering the floor, then seeping up the walls, then almost touching the arched ceiling. There was a twinge of unease at the bottom of my stomach as I stared at the dried blood. I felt something crunch under my heavy combat boots. I stepped away.

A skull lay there, cracked into two, the empty eye sockets staring up at me. I knelt down, and picked up the two pieces. I started at it, the blood that coated it seeping over my pale fingers. At that same moment, there was an unearthly wail. There was a soft creak of a door, then a soft woosh. I turned and ran. I didn't know who it was, but I just wanted to get out. If a trail of blood led to that thing, it couldn't possibly be good. The walls started to close around me, I didn't know why. I just kept running. Suddenly, my entire body got jerked backwards. My leg had gotten wedged between the two slowly shifting walls. I tugged at my leg, cold sweat starting to creep down my temples. As the thing got closer, I started to lose hope. My leg was starting to go numb. I gave it a final tug, but this time, it came out with a soft pop.

I crashed into the room where the blood trail had started, just to realize the presence of the thing behind me. I tensed as fingers curled around my shoulder. I could feel someone's winter-cold breath on my neck. I lifted my arm, and touched the hand clutching my shoulder, gasping as my fingers sunk through them like I was touching water. Its grip tightened.

Then, I realized everything. The monster behind me was preying on us. We had been manipulated by him, brought down here to satisfy his thirst for human blood. One by one, we died, and one by one, more came. We were like chickens in a cage, kept just for slaughter. One by one, our turn had come for us to be killed for dinner. Today, exactly one month after my arrival, my turn had come to become food.

The last thing I saw, in the short flash of light from the flickering bulb, was "DELICIOUS", scrawled across the wall over the previous message. And it was written in my own blood.

Hope you enjoyed/got creeped out!
C'ya around :D

-Cloudy