Chapter 4: 4. Chaos.

I shambled along a dark corridor.

I was shambling for a long time.

After my run in with whatever that was I...

My mind just turned off for a while.

Walking in the dark, my mind held onto the words said by my savior. I followed my instincts as I first desperately ran, then jogged, then slowed down to a snail's pace as fatigue caught up to me. After a short while, I started to be surprisingly clear headed for some reason. Physically and mentally drained, but clearheaded nonetheless.

I have to be careful if I wanted to live, and I can't pussy my way out of this.

I have to prepare myself for anything coming my way.

Thinking these thoughts, my mind entered a state of eerie calm.

I vaguely remember my dad telling a story about how he stared at a man aiming a gun at him in the face with him feeling not the slightest bit scared. Or the time mum hit a bear on the nose with a frying pan. I always thought I got the short end of the stick, but it seemed that I managed to inherit just a little bit of their bravery, which was nice.

I passed through countless landings, each with a doorframe on the right which lead to floor's corridor. Some floors were narrow and cramped and had doors on either side, lit only by dim lights which bathed the plain walls and floors with a beige light.  Others were wide and open, with a floor wide balcony on one side, similar to the floor where I first came from. Sometimes really weird ones pop up too.

One only had glass walls with... things... pulsing with a pale light within. Another looked like a bedroom hallway, with dim lamps protruding from the walls at odd angles. One looked like a long conference room which was lit with a single lamp on a small wooden table on the far end of the hall. The lone door in the stood beside it. But that wasn't the weirdest thing about it. 

It was all upside down. The chairs, the long ass table, even the door. Like they were glued to the roof or something. The floors continued like this, with floors ranging from fairly normal to absurd.

What terrified me the most though, was that some of the unique corridors seemed familiar. One time I walked past a corridor that looked unsettlingly like one of my school's hallways. I shook my head to get rid of the thought.

I moved around, looking for my room. My room, which was supposed to be behind me. My room, which I ran in the opposite way from.

At this point, all I had was baseless hope and desperation.

I wanted to smash my head into the wall so bad.

Not that I could, what with the bodies appearing around at random intervals.

They popped up after every few floors. Both male and female. Sometimes alone, sometimes in groups ranging from two to five. I could see people of numerous ethnicities, of various heights... 

and of various ages.

Some of them spun slowly on their ropes, whilst some stood deathly still. My instincts screamed at me not to get in their line of sight. Sometimes they blocked the stairwells too. 

The second time I ran into one was when I was walking past a dimly lit corridor while going down the never ending stairwell. I passed by it with barely a thought, but I caught sight of a silhouette in my peripheral vision at the last second. 

I whipped my head around fast enough to hurt, and to my relief, It seemed that it had it's back towards me. The relief didn't last long with the thought of it being able to sense my presence without seeing me entered my mind. 

Terrified, I retreated and hid behind the side of the doorframe, standing still for who knows how long.

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After spending enough time for me to count to a thousand, I slowly peeked inside the corridor again.

The body was gone.

And that's how things went for me. I kept walking past floor after floor, crouching down so I wouldn't be at eye level with any bodies and slowly peeking my way through corners before moving as fast as I can. Whenever I came across a body that was facing in my direction, I carefully backed away as fast as I can, hoping for the best. And it worked, surprisingly enough. The bodies didn't seem to follow you and only moved when you make eye contact. I guessed that me doing my best not to make a sound helped too.

With only intuition by my side, I continued my journey.

At this point I was just fully waddling around crouched, and sometimes on all fours and embracing my inner lizard. I started getting tired of repeatedly peeking through corners with my head nearly touching the ground so that was what I thought to do. The night gave no sign of ending, and I started resting at stairwells periodically. 

A lot of thoughts rushed through my head as I pressed on. I mainly wondered if I either got sucked too hard into my nightmares and failed to wake up or just got transported into an alternate world. Maybe I noclipped through reality. My thoughts were completely outlandish, but I was tired and I couldn't really find any other way to explain what I was going through without straight up denying everything I experienced so far.

And I didn't want to deny anything that I saw with my own eyes without being disproved by somebody else first. To do so would just further break me in the long run.

I kept thinking as I waddled my way down the stairwell. I saw a sign that read 7th floor, which I vaguely remember passing by five times or so at this point. Sighing, I went beside this floor's doorframe, got on all fours and lowered my head until it nearly touched the ground.

I peeked through the doorframe.

I inhaled sharply.

There was a person.

Not a body, a person.

A girl. Walking to this direction. She didn't seem to notice me. The corridor was one of those normal apartment hallways, and the dim beige light lit her face slightly as I peeked up at her.

An actual person.

I was dumbstruck. I wandered here for so long that time kept passing by like leaves riding a cold night wind, with only my thoughts and this buildings mysteries as my company. I felt my heart throb with a small pang of joy as a slight smile started creeping up on me. I peeked my head out further to see if I wasn't hallucinating.

That was when we she noticed me.

We locked eyes, with her eyes widening in shock and my face flushing as I realized what an absolute creep I was being.

That was when I noticed that she held a knife.

To my horror, she held it up to her throat.

I screamed. 

 

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