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Day 187

You wake up to the sound of your doorbell ringing as your front door slams closed.
It could be your roommate, you can hear them watching TV in the living room.
There's no harm in checking, right?

You open your bedroom door to find a long, dark hallway stretching out before you.
Your roommate is already walking towards the other end and won't respond to your calls.
As you run to catch up to them your bedroom door slams shut.

It doesn't matter, the hallway is growing darker the closer you get to your friend.
By the time you reach them it is almost pitch black.

They won't stop walking and won't respond to your words.
You can barely hear them muttering something under their breath but the words are impossible
to make out.

You are both approaching a well lit part of the hallway, allowing you to clearly see the gaping
chasm in the floor, seemingly without an end.
There is a ledge to one side which your friend immediately sprints towards.
They scrabble at the wall as they try to get across as quickly as possible and they almost make it.

Almost.

They let out a blood curdling screech as they fall out of sight.

You never hear them hit the bottom.

Deciding to not risk the ledge you begin to head back, maybe this is just a dream?
The walk back seems shorter than you remember, maybe its the darkness?

When you reach your door you find it locked.
You push and push and pound the wooden frame but it refuses to move.
Giving up, you lean back on the handle and it swings open to reveal... a concrete wall.
The same walls that surround you.

You have no way back, the other side of the hole is your only chance.

You sprint for it, desperate to get home somehow.

The ledge is smaller, or is the hole wider?
Either way you begin to cross on tiptoes, hands running along the cold concrete wall.

You don't know how long you've been moving along now but you can finally see the other side.
As you start to near it you hear your roommate's voice from the hole.
They are calling to you.
Begging you to come down, they say they've found the way out!

You ask them to prove who they are, say what you both ate last week.
They don't answer, they just keep begging you to come down quickly.
They say there's a great danger on the other side.
'If the other side is so bad then why were you running to get to it?' you half ask, half yell.

They grow silent.
They stop responding.

You are left with two options, join them in the hole, despite not knowing how deep it is or
if the voice is even your roommate, or continue and face the alleged danger.


You choose the hole.

As you brace yourself to jump you hear a voice from the end of the ledge.
It is light enough that you can see the voice has no body, it sounds like its moving closer
to you.

It keeps saying your name, in the voices of everyone you have ever known, your parents,
your old English teacher, your roommate.

You lean over the ledge and fall as the voice above you laughs your laugh.

The fall isn't nearly as deep as you thought.
You land on something warm and wet.
Your "roommate" grabs your arm, praising your decision and drags you towards a hole in
the wall.
The hole is surrounded by what looks to be meat and huge bones of some sort.

You turn to face your roommate only to find half of their face is missing.
They beg to you go through the hole, to tell their family they love them.

The meat begins to move and you are given no choice but to crawl through, elbow deep in gore.

Again, you hear your friend's screams, only this time they are cut off by a sharp crunch.
They end with wet coughing.

You crawl as fast as you can, eager to avoid meeting the same end.

At last you see a light in front of you and you crawl faster and faster and faster as the sound of
jaws snapping grows louder behind you and you emerge.

And you are in your living room, covered in blood and exhausted.

You collapse and catch your breath as you go to open your bedroom door.

The hallway greets you.

You hear our own laughter running towards you.

Did you think you could escape so easily?

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