The White Building

I’m at the bottom of the steps contemplating whether I should go up or be killed by the ”protectors.”

I have no choice. The building I’m in is spacious yet eerie, It’s engulfed in white. I wonder how long it took to paint everything.

I look ridiculous just standing here, I shouldn’t be here. Reluctantly, I go up the staircase. I’m met with nothing but an empty white hallway. No paintings, no plants but most importantly, no cameras. I could leave, but the problem was that there was someone watching.

There was always someone watching…..

I dubiously walk down the hallway knowing that it’s only a matter of time before I’m barbarously slaughtered by whatever lies ahead.

I come to a halt after walking for about a minute and a half, in front of me is a collosal, unique-looking door

I push on the door with all my might and walk into the concealed room, the door shut behind me. Pitch black…

I had no time to react to this as all of a sudden it became hard to breathe. I let out ragged breaths and felt my esophagus constricting. I feel unsteady, and I’m unable to stand on my own for much longer my legs eventually gave out and I fell over. I’m in immense pain, but I can’t scream. If I do, it will make it worse.

The last thing I see before the darkness devoured me whole was the silhouette of a man.

Who was he you may ask?

No one knows.

And unfortunately nobody ever will…