The fear struck me. It hit me so suddenly that at first I didn't know what it was. The kind of fear that makes your body stiff and your hair stand on end. I was unsure how to react, do I stand and face it, or do I give in to my most inbred instinct and run? My pulse was racing, sweat pouring off my face as if I just finished a marathon. I cant believe this is happening to me, I think as I begin to move forward through the damp and dark hallway. The pain of my wound is bad, but the fear is much worse. Blood dripping from my abdomen, I pull up my shirt and peel back the bandage to look at the wound. Damn, I should have been more careful. I make it to the oak door at the end of the hall only to find it doesn't have a knob, or hinges at all. It isnt even a door at all, just a painting on a very smartly lit wall. The light was so subdued it was barely noticeable at all, but it hit the wall just right, as to create the illusion of depth on the now depressing painting. "What the hell?" I croak out of my ever tightening throat muscles. I fly against the fake wall, pounding my fists against it with loud thuds. Dust puffs out each time I beat the wall, cutting my visibility in the small hallway by half. I fall to the floor, resting my back against the cold wall, I start crying.

    My eyes are leaking fear when I hear a loud bang come from the opposite wall in the hallway. Its too dark too see what terrible thing created that noise, and the fear keeps me sitting, unable to move. A sound like shuffling feet now, too clear to be imagination, and too akward too be human. I feel a lump rise in my throat as I inch my way back up the wall. My head is aching, my legs are shaking and my teeth are chewing away the lining of my mouth as I start walking forward. "Hello! Is anybody here?" I ask the dark room, really hoping for no reply. A soft moan comes from the dark spaces of the end of the hallway. The fear takes my breath as I turn and dash toward the wall scraping my nails on the hard, dead wood. Panic takes me to a new level, I rapidly hit the wall with my fists while screaming at the top of my lungs. "Help Me!" My voice now raspy and weak, tears flowing down my blazing hot cheeks. I rest my forehead against the cool wood, trying to calm myself down. More shuffling noises, closer this time. I turn around and scream into the blackness. "What the **** are you? Are you here to kill me? Well Come on do it then!" The reply turns my blood into ice, a demonic chuckle followed by the most raspy horrific voice I have ever heard,

"My.........name.........is.......Ageless......," chuckle, "I.......can........smell..........fear...........on..........you!"

      A pause follows in which the whole world seems to stand still. Even the air seems to have stopped in awe of the transpiring events. My eyes feel as if they are bulging out of there sockets, dry and flaky, I lick my lips in an effort to calm myself and regain some sanity. My heart is pounding in the cool air, it reeks of sewage and some perfume I cant place. Definately a womans perfume, but its too badly masked in the sewage smell to be distinguishable. A small object scurrys just up ahead, the size of a rat, or maybe a small dog. It makes no noise, but I saw it nonetheless. My breathing starts to increase in ragged gasps as I wipe the sweat off my forehead and face. I feel warm moist liquid seeping into my underwear. I feel my abdomen shocking myself as I brush over my long forgotten wound. I lift my shirt and pull back the bandage to see how it is, when I hear a noise from directly above me. A short raspy breathing, really slow and shallow, seems to fill my ears as I feel something watching me. I dont want to look up, afraid to see what horrible creature might be there.

     I stare straight ahead, using all my strength and courage not to run, not to be a coward. I hear movement above me, like a person pulling his body across a gravel floor. My body begins to shake as the sound gets closer and closer to me. I feel a warm breeze across the back of my neck, every hair on my body stands straight as I register what that breeze really means. Its the breath of some demonic creature, that thing is directly behind me on the wall. Warm, foul smelling breath on the back of my neck, My body is completely numb and yet every nerve is synapsing, making me shake all over like it was freezing cold in this damn hallway. The breath moves toward my ear, making it hard for me to concentrate and remain focused. I hear an intake of breath as the creature prepares to speak again.

"You.......Will.........Die.........I........Will........eat........your...........soul.........It............will..........aid

........the........cause......"

   The creaturs seems to speak through me as something that feels like a octopus tentacle begins to wrap its way around my neck, slimy and warm. The fear has me, and it would seem that there is nothing I can do about it. I try to raise my hands to pull the thing free of me, but I am unable to move. I cant even force myself to blink, its as if I am under some kind of spell the demonic creature has put on me. I scream in my head, but no one hears. My head starts feeling weak as the creature begins squeezing its tentacle around my neck. The pain is second to the fear.......

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