It is dark in the room I have been held captive in for what I think has been at least two days. The room smells of old mold and mill due. The smell is so strong that it feels like I am suffocating. I can’t see anything the dark has consumed me and the room. I afraid to breathe too loud for there is someone or something in the room with me, and I fear it may lead to my death.

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I go back to when this all happened. I remember waking up in the middle of the night in a state of terror. It had been the first time I had slept a full four hours before the nightmare started again. Everytime I fall asleep I dream a dream it is the same story, but each time it is told in a more horrible way. The terror awakes me, but always at the same point in the dream.... right before my death.

I remembered I had taken a few more sleeping pills that night than I normally do, but I was just physically and mentally exhausted. I remember after I had taken what I think was six pills the room started spinning, and the walls began to close in on me. I could hear someone laughing, the laugh terrified me. It drowned on and on and on. It was agonizing. I tried with all my might to block it out, but it just kept getting louder and louder. I began to feel thick gooey liquid come out of my ears. I screamed for it to stop, but it just got louder and louder. I could not bare any more. The room had turned into a wash of colors and kept spinning so quickly. It hurt my eyes to even look at it, and then everything went black.

Thats when I woke up here, in this dark, unforgiving place. I fear to even try to find a way out of this unforgiving place for where I am held captive. The creature in the room with me will lead me to a sooner and more horrible death then I can imagine.

It has been three days now, or that’s at least what I come to think it has been. The room feels as if it is becoming smaller by each passing hour, and there is no way to stop it. I fear that it will become so small that I will be face to face with the horrible creature I share this damp cold room with. The only thing good about the dampness of the room is that I am able get some water out of it. The water does not taste like normal water it has a rusty thick taste. I am not sure that it is even water; for it is too dark to even see my hand right in front of my face.

It has been six days, I have not written for a while for the reason I have not is that the water I had been drinking has made me sick, and all I could do to escape the horrible, agonizing pain was sleep. It made me feel as if someone was pulling out my organs with a hook, slashing them until there were no more.

I know my death is coming soon. For I can not drink water without having the thick rusty water bringing me searing pain. A person can only go without water for seven days, ha! I use to think oh, I could last that long without water, but now I see how horrible it really is.

It has now been eight days, and I have been thinking of a plan to get out of this hell hole. I do fear the creature will hear me, but I must try something to get out of here.

I have finally come up with a fantastic plan. I plan to slide against the wall, I have figured out that the creature lies in the middle of the floor. So that means if there is a door then he will not be blocking it. Unless it is under him for if that is the outcome then I am screwed. But if that is not the case then I will slide until I can feel or see something that may lead me out of here. I have put so much thought into this plan that I will be devastated if it fails. I have told myself if it fails I will just give up, and except my death.

I have decided I will try my plan tomorrow, I will need a good nights sleep for this, so wish me luck.

I am about to attempt my plan, as far as I know the creature is still in the middle of the damp cold floor.

I ease my way up trying with all my living being not to make a sound. I slowly start my way sliding across the wall, only moving inch by inch so I don’t wake the beast. As I ease my way I step on something that feels like a stick, but I know way better than that... it is a bone. I realize I am not the first person or animal that has been down here. As I ease my way I begin to have a great deal of hope for I can see a very tiny crack of light about 12 feet away from me. I begin to hurry my easing, so that I may get to my freedom. I am almost there, I feel the joy rising inside it just wants to explode out, but I must keep calm. I am just inches away, then I hear it. It is that horrid laughter I heard before I ended up here. I drop to the floor holding my ears in agonie. The sound is unbearable. It wrenches me to the floor in horror and in pain.

I know this is the end. I ask myself why has this happened to me? I can feel the creature coming closer to me, I know this is the end.

I feel the creature hovering over me, I can feel its thick horrible breathe thats smells of rotten flesh.There is something gooey dripping on to me that I think is blood. All I can hear is its horrible laugh. I know this is no human, for no human could have this horrible effect on me. I prey I will not feel the awful things that are about to happen to me. I can just imagine the awful pain, the ripping, and tearing of my flesh. I can’t take it anymore the laugh, I swear is a more painful death then what my imagination is planing.

I can feel the creature coming closer, and closer to my face, I know the end is near. All my dreams where I die none of them are as terrifying as this. I smell the horrible breath, it is right in front of my face. I know it is time. Time for it all to be over. I feel the sharp teeth closing in on me, and then I awake.