Day 190

You wake up in a room with two doors.
The one beside you opens to a spiral staircase that seems to never end.
The one before you leads to a balcony.

As you sit contemplating your environment you hear heavy panting rushing
towards you from above the balcony.
You close and lock the door as large sounding fists pound at the flimsy frame.
Terrified you begin to run down the stairs, skipping steps as you go.
When you reach, maybe two flights down you hear the balcony door burst open
and heavy footsteps thunder behind you.

You rush down flight after flight, constantly aware of the footsteps following you
relentlessly as you finally, dear god, finally reach the ground floor.
There is no outside, only a concrete platform and as you peer over the edge
you can just about make out a ledge underneath.
Wasting no time you begin to clamber carefully down.

As your feet touch the floor beneath you find yourself on another balcony.

The door before you is locked, hoping someone is inside you pound and hammer
on the door as the steps above you draw closer.

The door finally gives way as the steps behind you close in.

You run for the door beside you and it opens to a spiral staircase.

A very familiar staircase.

The steps behind you stop.