The echoes in the room, cascading from one side to another.
It was silent, cold and the sound felt solidified.
The wraps round my wrists, bound tightly as i sat in the chair.
The walls grey, darkened and an unnatural presence was around adamant to get in.
At that moment the creek of the door, screeching against the sold concrete of the floor.
A deep breath, it was coming, that power
One footstep, two footstep, it was coming.
The shudders through the ground, up my spine.
It was coming.
The room suddenly became darker, painful like memories flooding in, nightmares all at once.
As if everything around me was closing in all at once.
Choking, gasping for air, trying to cling onto my life, the final existence.
Deaths final shudder, moving through my body like a final chore.
It was here.