July 16, 2016

As I was walked into the house, I looked through the doorway at the end of the hall. Someone chucked a severed arm down a trapdoor before swiftly slamming it shut. “And this is what you do with the the toes” they said as they picked up a body by the ankle. I backed up and walked out of a glass door to my left only to be followed my someone dragging yet another body while crawling on the floor. “I’m going to punch him” he threatened, “and before that I’m going to punch you.”

I ran towards the white plaster wall across the garden looking for a way out. I pushed open the outline of a door to find myself inside of a wooden shed. I knew that the crawling man must have seen me run in and sought to find another way out after considering whether or not to sit in front of the door.

Right when I needed it, another door appeared at the other end of the dimly lit shed. I ran forwards until I started to feel myself slipping backwards. Before I knew it, I was scaling the floor as gravity itself seemed to have shifted perpendicularly. I let go and slowly slid onto the wall with the door I came from. When I reached the bottom, I started to float a bit and became weightless before desperately trying to swim towards the other side.