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I just stood there, my head pressed against the door marked six and my hand shakily grasping the knob. I closed the door behind me, my eyes held shut and my ears ringing. As I said before, I had no previous issues in terms of mental instability, but at that moment I fell into what I now know was insanity. He was naked from head to toe, but his head was not human and his toes were hooves.
The hum was so loud I couldn't even hear myself pretend to think. It wasn't the Devil, but at that moment it might as well have been.
A large rectangle was scratched into the wood, with a small dent chipped away in the center of it. I knew I was going to push through the wall eventually. I didn't even care about the prize that was promised.
So I just crawled, my skin wriggling with the presence of those phantom bugs. I grabbed the nearest tree and propped myself up, mindlessly slapping my arms and legs to no avail.
I tried to run, but I couldn't; my body was exhausted from crawling and dealing with whatever it was that was on me. It was coming from the next room and it was deeper.
The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween. Not only was there a fog machine, but a bat hung from the ceiling and flew in a circle. They seemed to have a Halloween soundtrack that one would find in a 99 cent store on loop somewhere in the room. I began to feel better as I made it to the halfway point of the room. I stood there, surrounded by darkness, not able to move. The ceilings in this room were taller than the others, which made me think I was in the center of the house.
I didn't see a stereo, but I guessed they must have used a PA system. I looked down as I took my steps and that's when I saw it. I'm not afraid of the dark and never have been, but I was absolutely terrified. I held my hand in front of my face and if I didn't know what I was doing, I would never have been able to tell. I got up off the floor, dusted myself off, and took a look around. I couldn't even see the door from where I was; various brush and trees must have blocked my line of sight with the exit.