The Hall Where it all Starts
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Darkness seems to radiate from these walls. The hallway you stand in is pitch black, and the only light is coming from the end of the passage, about a hundred feet away. Behind you is an inky blackness, leading God knows where. Hardly being able to see, you try to remember how you got in this situation. Your memories seem to be gone, and you don’t know how or why you are in this hall, or where it leads for that matter. The hall has an unsettling feeling to it, but you don’t have much of a choice. You take a step, only to realize your leg is half asleep and you feel pins and needles pulsing through it.
You continue walking, your legs waking up a bit with each step. The hall continues to radiate shadows from the walls, depicting what look to be faces. The faces shown are gruesome. One is slowly melting and has its mouth widely hanging open. Another has a dagger in its forehead and has its eyes lolled back in its skull. Eerie.
“This must be a dream…” you say to yourself with fright. You try pinching yourself as you walk, but nothing happens. The pinches don’t even seem to inflict pain on you. You’re numb.
The temperature of the hall seems to increase with each step you take. The light from the end of the hall gets closer and closer, until finally, you reach the end. Behind you, the hall is completely pitch black. The light from the arch-like opening in the hall no longer illuminates past the shadows.
You step into the light, not knowing what will happen or what you’re getting yourself into.
