#altho this is a continuation from my blog desc

[lizclipse]

cautiously, you walk up to the front door. after knocking twice, it slowly creeks open by itself, revealing an entry room dark and musty. the only light present was the moon; piercing through cracks in the walls and roof as if it had worn them away itself. your eyes darted around on high alert, desperately trying to find what was out of place, but all that could be seen in the moonlight was broken glass and pieces of what might've been furniture.

keeping anxiety and fear in the back of your mind, you slowly make your way through the corridor facing the entrance. each step was intensional, and as quiet as possible, but the creaks of the wooden floor and small crunches of glass fragments echoed through the abode in a way that would give your position away to anyone - or anything.

peeking into a desolate room, you check the contents with a furious anxiety. the moment you cross the threshold, a scurry of pitter-patters makes itself known, and you throw your head around desperately trying to find the source. panic. every direction was the same darkness only illuminated by a low glow. you aren't alone. this was a bad idea.

there's nothing to be gained here; you hesitate for a split-second, then, the adrenaline kicks in, and you start moving with almost a leap. the light is still peaking around the front door, there's sti-

SLAM - it shuts on you. almost tripping on your own feet you stop a moment before hitting the door. your breathing is rapid, almost too quick, your heartbeat is almost deafening in your own ears, and your eyes can't stop moving to identify the threat. then, you hear it

banana!

staying here is not an option, there must be a way out. sprinting down a corridor at random, you start praying to whatever gods will listen that some exit will appear. you hit the wall as you turn the corner, but the pain isn't noticed. a high-pitch, quick, almost demonic, laugh echoes through the still air and you freeze for a moment. where did it come from? was it louder than before? is it getting closer?

not wanting to find out, you immediately start running again. but it feels like each turn is taking you further from salvation. then you spot it: a door unlike the others. it must go somewhere different! maybe away from this place, this hell. not wanting to slow down, you smack into it and struggle with the handle, unable to keep your hands from shaking. it opens. a light bursts through! it must be the moo-

yellow

blue

black

before you fully lose consciousness, a few sights and sounds make their way in. the floor was now at your head. small, black shoes. oddly-shaped jeans. and then that word again

banana