To this day the origins of my fate had been unknown. Others have tried to determine the cause of such an extraordinary destiny, though I believe I may have found the answer: We are born to die.
Just as haphazardly as it had started, it faded away. The glimmering light of hope and humanity, the realization that the light at the end of the tunnel begins and ends the individual life. Our souls are residual, as we're lead to discredit, and haunt the grounds where our mortal fleshy husks fell to the ground in a flurry of trauma and gore. The more I wondered the more I fears, the chills running down my spine with every waking thought. They spun around like carousels in fast forward, like some sick twisted peon attached rockets to a merry-go-round. The thoughts were showing no sign of stopping. Spinning, spinning, spinning. I felt as if my head was going to fall off of my neck, spinning like a old top along the floor into the darkness of the shadows.
Steadily I tried to creep, my knees slightly knocking with every step. The modern torch in my hand flickering about. I pounded it a few times in my pals, signs of life finally showing themselves in the bulb. I steadied my the torch, inhaling deeply in hopes of calming these shaking nerves. I had to do this, this was the only way to end it. The only way to bring things back to normal. I knew my fate at the end of the corridor. The one who waited, did they know theirs? Were they aware my coming would change their life forever? So many thoughts, so little steps.
My feet became cemented to the floor as I flailed around the torch, the walls beginning to distort and twist around me. "The fear.." I muttered and choked. The fear that rose with every episode. I began searching for a glimmer of hope, that I might be dreaming. To no avail, I watched the walls slither. My vision began to weaken, a blur around the edges of every sight. A tingling sensation arose inside my sinuses and hastily trotted to the rest of my body.
"I'm going to die."
My eyes darted to the floor to see a horrendous sight. The tiles beneath my feet began to take on life. I panicked with internal screaming as I watched these tiled creatures begin to inch their way towards me. The walls began to surround me, I could feel their slithering masses come closer and closer...
The sense of dread that filled my body and soul I can only describe as The Fear. That feeling you get in your gut while watching a sword fly towards your immobile head. The fear of knowing death, knowing you'll not live to see the light of day. The dread that heavies your heart, locks yours jaw, restricts your throat, and suddenly everything is crystal clear. That moment when your heart is pulsating and beating at what seems the speed of light. Thump, thump, thump. Your ears begin to ring. Thump, thump, thump.
A solution occurred, one which childhood has taught us. Hide. When in hostile territory you cannot hide. Not in a place like this. "If I can't see them.." I wonder and my eyelids clamped shut. The torch clattered along the floor as my hands flew to my eyes, rubbing them just in case. I opened my eyes.
Black. My torch was finished, but at least the sights and dread were gone. With a terrified motion, I kicked the torch down the corridor. The tears that streamed from my eyes I can only describe as heavy. They expelled themselves from my tear ducts in loads, with each inhale a tear-filled exhale. My hands trembled as I wiped the waterworks, lowering these shaking limbs to my side. One last inhale and then.....