Post by Sebastian Flambert on Mar 2, 2010 23:24:41 GMT -5
He woke up in a poorly-lit room with a single flashlight for illumination, shivering pitifully in a mixture of fear and discomfort. The room was very cold, so cold he could easily see a cloud of steam every time he exhaled.
Flicking the flashlight on, he almost dropped the object on the floor when he laid eyes on a most disturbing find: a long trail of blood and gore smeared wildly on the concrete floor and walls of the empty room. A single wooden door appeared several feet away from him, almost begging to be opened.
Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked into the darkness with flashlight in hand.
Groans of pain and sadness seemed to echo in the distance, followed by an almost painful cry of terror that reverberated steadily in his head. The trail of gore continued on through the twisted halls, which slowly morphed into a myriad of shattered mirrors that distorted Sebastian's appearance to ridiculous proportions.
In one mirror, he appeared as a twisted cariacture of an older man clad in the dress of a Roman Catholic priest.. The image seemed to stare back at him with a lecherous grin on his face, waving eerily from beneath the broken glass.
Another mirror revealed a child of six years old, staring bleakly out at no one in particular.
He continued on, visibly disturbed by these visions, before reaching a dead end. Looking down at the floor, he spotted a bloated corpse of a middle-aged man lying still on the ground, a rusty knife embedded at his throat..
Tenatively, he rolled the man over with toe of his shoe and immediately fell backwards in shock as he realized the unspeakable terror of who this individual actually was..
Before he could cry out in horror, a sudden malestrom of flame erupted in the hallway, consuming everything in its path. Sebastian's skin, face, hair, and eyes melted like wax in the inferno, leaving nothing but the rusty blood-stained knife on the concrete floor..
Flicking the flashlight on, he almost dropped the object on the floor when he laid eyes on a most disturbing find: a long trail of blood and gore smeared wildly on the concrete floor and walls of the empty room. A single wooden door appeared several feet away from him, almost begging to be opened.
Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked into the darkness with flashlight in hand.
Groans of pain and sadness seemed to echo in the distance, followed by an almost painful cry of terror that reverberated steadily in his head. The trail of gore continued on through the twisted halls, which slowly morphed into a myriad of shattered mirrors that distorted Sebastian's appearance to ridiculous proportions.
In one mirror, he appeared as a twisted cariacture of an older man clad in the dress of a Roman Catholic priest.. The image seemed to stare back at him with a lecherous grin on his face, waving eerily from beneath the broken glass.
Another mirror revealed a child of six years old, staring bleakly out at no one in particular.
He continued on, visibly disturbed by these visions, before reaching a dead end. Looking down at the floor, he spotted a bloated corpse of a middle-aged man lying still on the ground, a rusty knife embedded at his throat..
Tenatively, he rolled the man over with toe of his shoe and immediately fell backwards in shock as he realized the unspeakable terror of who this individual actually was..
Before he could cry out in horror, a sudden malestrom of flame erupted in the hallway, consuming everything in its path. Sebastian's skin, face, hair, and eyes melted like wax in the inferno, leaving nothing but the rusty blood-stained knife on the concrete floor..
