Nightmare
I've been here before. The oak floorboards that creak at random intervals, the yellow-ochre walls, and the off-white doors. The smell of rotting flesh and the site of coagulated blood spattering covering the hallway from top to bottom. A slight twinge of regret courses through my body as a low growl penetrates the stillness. I can feel the growl in my bones and my feet stop moving. At the end of the hallway, a red door looms slightly ajar. My senses telling me to turn and run the other way, to not take another step, yet I can't help but wonder what is on the other side of the door. Another growl sends every hair on my body standing at attention. A pool of fresh blood begins to ooze towards me from underneath the door as if to beckon me closer. The sound of meat tearing from bone reaches my alert ears. As I reach for the door, the smell punches me in the gut, doubling me over as I hurl what hasn't digested of my lunch all over the floor. I try to fight back the nausea and push the door open and that's when I see it.