Dark Lines

A Maze of Hell

He walked inside, and closed the door behind him, the house was filled with dust, and the furniture was torn apart, probably by rats or something, the theme of the living room was simple, just that typical type of furniture with boring placement, and dark colors.

He walked into a room that seemed like it’s a girl’s room, Jane’s room, it has a purple theme, with cute decorations, and colorful posters on the walls, there were a white lamp beside her bed, which was perfectly made, and everything in her room was organized, except for an open drawer, so Peter walked towards it and took a look, he found some letters, he opened them, and froze.

All of her letters that he has received are there with the same date of those he had, and the two letters that he wrote, was there too, then the mirror caught Peter’s gaze, it was covered with dust, he still could see a bit of his reflection though, but suddenly another reflection appeared too, it was hers, Jane’s reflection, so Peter turned around quickly, but no one was in sight behind him, so he spontaniously looked again at the mirror, and little by little the mirror was getting clearer, so as the reflection of her face then suddenly her eyes were reversed, “come Peter, I won’t hurt you”, a voice whispered in his ear, then he took a few steps back, and the reflection disappeared, he quickly headed towards the living room to get reach the door, but there wasn't a door over there, there was just windows that were shut with screws and sticks with only a few beams of light getting through, then he went back to the room that had an open window, but the same case was there, so he turned on his flashlight in his phone. He was breathing heavily, “please, don’t be afraid, don’t run away from me”, the female voice said again, he heard the voice coming from behind, so he was moving his phone around the room, with no use, because there was him, just him with an unknown voice.

He felt helpless, desperately wanting this to be another nightmare, he will accept it, if he would wake up at last, and realize that he is alive and free. Then he heard the sound of the bed moving at his right side, then he heard scratches on his left side, and someone has poked him in the back he, he closed his eyes because it was no use turning around or to his sides, he won’t see a thing, and he waited for this to be over, then suddenly someone jumped on him from the ceiling, he tried to choke him, but he freed himself after a few seconds, and fell on the floor, but as soon as he fell on the ground, he was pulled by something under the bed, while Peter was trying to find anything to hold on to, he was trying to resist by digging his nails into the piles, but he just scratched them, with no point, no chance to escape.

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