You ran deeper into the darkness…

You turn and run.

The red doorway disappears behind you.

The hall stretches longer with every step. Walls twist like vines. The floor becomes earth.

You trip, fall, scramble up. But you’re not in a house anymore.

You’re in a tunnel. Wet. Breathing. Alive.

A whisper floats through the air:

“Nobody run from me… and live.”

You keep moving. You have to. But the ground softens beneath your feet until you fall again.

Into water.

Cold. Thick. Endless.

You sink.

Something grabs your ankle. Pulls.

Just before the black takes you… you see her.

Beneath the surface.

Eyes open. Smiling.

Waiting.