Cursed corridors

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Light in a dark place

Submitted: November 26, 2018

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Submitted: November 26, 2018



A grimacing evil roams these walls…
Always stalking the shadows, watching your every move. Nobody leaves here alive; once you step foot into the glorious structure, you’re its prisoner, and the evil within is the puppet master.

They say anyone who enters doesn’t do so because they’re foolish, but rather because they’re not sane.

But I call bullshit.

That’s why I’m currently standing on the bottom-most step of the ghastly place.

Breathing deeply, I lift my foot off the first moss-covered step and let it land on the next step, the next step to proving everyone wrong.

Rust flakes off the handle as I turn it, the cracked wooden door swinging wide open. A sudden gust of stale dank wind blasts out, almost knocking me over.

This’ll be fun.

Closing the door behind me and resting my suitcase on the feeble floorboards, I take in my new home for the next few months.

Aged fragile furniture covered in thick coats of dust are scattered around the place, left to rot in the darkness. Majestic chandeliers precariously hang from the ceiling from long corroded chains. A grand fireplace built into the wall lay in front of me, two identical staircases on either side wrap around it, leading further into the once magnificent manor.

Red tattered carpets climb up the frail stairs, leading the way. A strong musty stench lingers in the air, invading my nostrils and sticking to the roof of my mouth.

Old, but nothing out of the ordinary.

I heave my suitcase up the last step, leaving a trail of scratches along the way. At the top of the staircase is a hallway, two doors on either side, and a door at the end. Intense rays of light shine through the bottom, shedding a bit of light into the grim scenery.

Sighing, I put down my suitcase and walk down the corridor. Footsteps echoing, feet thumping, floorboards creaking. I didn’t there would still be electricity in here.

I place my hand on the freezing door handle, a cold chill rushing up my arm. Opening the door, shivers run down my spine.

I guess the place ought to get cold when it’s been abandoned for this long.
The door cracks open. I shield my eyes from the blinding lights with my hand.

It’s dark.

No lights, no windows, not even the slightest trace that anyone’s been in here for years.
The lack of sleep is finally getting the better of me.

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