Cry Of Fear

I awoke on the floor, I had no clue where I was, I looked around, and I’m inside a building, too big to be a house. I stand up and lean against the wall, I can’t hear anyone, I turn around, there’s a big door with a sign,

“EXIT” I walk over to the EXIT door slowly and grab the handle, I twist the handle and push, nothing, so I pull instead, still nothing. I turn around and look for another way out, all I see is a long corridor and two turns, one going left, and one going left, I walk forwards and look around both corners, there is no-one. To the left there is a door. To the right there is also a door, but it is blocked up by bits of wood and stone. I walk towards the left door and open it without thinking to listen for anyone on the other side, luckily, there is no-one is the room, but I know I need to be more careful next time there’s a door. I look around the room; there are three wheel-chairs and a few chairs, wheel-chairs, I think it’s a hospital. I continue walking onwards, the walls have old wallpaper which is ripped and torn, and it looks old. The floor has ripped up tiles and some chairs have been knocked over, the lights are dim and most of them are broken, or shattered and scattered on the floor somewhere. I trip on something big and hit the floor, I get tiny little bits of glass in my hand, after finally taking them out, I stand back up and look at the big thing behind me, I can’t see what it is, it’s too dark, I crouch down towards the big thing and feel around, I grip something solid and pull it, a flashlight maybe? No, a strip of wood,

“No such luck” I mutter under my breath.