He decides to ignore downstairs for now and focus on the second floor. They probably have windows there, right?
There’s another stair.
“… Ok, I can see how this building could be capable of holding a 3rd floor”
He ignores that the place is already way bigger than it should be
He goes up
“… Are you kidding me?”
He can’t see the end of the corridor
He walks
Theres atleast 20 doors
He doesn’t open any of them and just focuses on reaching the end of the hallway
There he finds
Another staircase
“What…?”
He goes up
There’s another staircase
He goes up
There’s another staircase
He’s tired, but he goes up
There’s nothing but a closed room with two chairs
He turns around and goes the stairs
“… Those are not bones”
They are bones
He knows this, but he refuses to acknowledge it
He passes through a random door
And another
And another
He has forgotten which side is south
He keeps walking, he finds stairs, closed rooms, strange art, corridors, big rooms
And no windows or exit
He keeps walking
Sometimes, he stops and sits down
Then resumes walking
He looks at his phone, its 11 PM
He’s too tired to continue and decides to sleep through the night
He gets to a random room and huddles in a corner
He uses his jacket as a blanket
“Do I need to start drinking my own pee?”
A human cannot live more than 3 days without water
He knows this, and yet
He can’t help but cry
It is day two
His back hurts
He’s thirsty and hungry
But! He got to sleep for 12 hours! He hasn’t slept that much since he was a teen!
“Ugh, itchy facial hair. Am i going to grow a beard here?
If i get out, I’ll keep a little hair.
Just in the chin, maybe, something not too noticeable”
He has tear tracks in his face
“All right, back to the grind”
He wants to speak, but he doesn’t want to waste water with speaking
The silence is awful
He walks another day
This time, he finds several new things
He found bathrooms but no running water.
The lights work, though. Maybe he can do something with that
If he knew how
His brain is not too keen on being used at the moment
He has also found signs of life
Or, used-to-be life
He has found more bones of humans and animals. Also some are, uh, fresher.
The floor has animal hair, and there are marks of scratching in the floors and walls
He thinks some might be human as well
The graffiti stopped being artistic, and it started being used as landmarks
He sees some rooms be ennumerated, then crossed over and adding another number
That’s something that he has seen. Rooms get repeated, sometimes. He has seen the creepy mask room at least 7 times.
The graffiti appears every once in a while. Sometimes, it is just a giant dick. Sometimes, it is a cry for help.
He’s tired
He finds a room with a couch and decides to take a break
He can feel a headache building
After a quick nap, he opens the door and finds
The same room
The same couch
There’s no other doors
Hes between two identical rooms
He closes the door, waits a bit, and opens it again
Its still the same room
Theres no other door
He closes it again
He opens it
Same room
He keeps doing it for a while
He gets desperate
“Why is it not working WHY IS IT NOT WORKING did I do something wrong?? Did I made it go wrong??”
It hurts to speak, but he still does it
“I’m sorry
I’m so sorry
Please let me out”
He can’t say anything else, his throat is too dry
So he thinks it
“Im sorry, Im sorry, I didn’t mean to break it, Im sorry, please work, please work again, Im sorry, I just want to go out, please let me out”
After try number #234, the room changes
It’s a big room, with a lot of doors, and a map
He goes to it and crumbles
He shivers, he can’t cry anymore, there’s not enough water
Everything hurts
He wants to go home
He wants to pray, but doesn’t know to who.
He wants to run but doesn’t know where
He wonders if he died already, and this is hell
He wonders if he’s the ghost haunting the house
He passes out
He wonders if he’ll wake up again