Staring across the cold room, Mike felt weak to his knees. The dizziness felt like needles stabbing through his head. Quickly, Mike recovered as he was full of confusion from head to toe. He sweated heavily as his dark pupils shrunk down like a popped balloon. Mike’s face was red like molten lava erupting with rage.
His stomach felt like butterflies trying to escape from a cage. “Here we go,” Mike nervously said to himself. Snapping out of the dramatic actions, Mike felt brave enough to go down the drift. He took a big breath in and out.
“Arghhhhh!” Mike screamed going down the bumpy slippery slide. Falling to his doom, Mike collapses onto his pinky and breaks it. “Ouchh!” Mike’s eyes were like a fountain of warm water intercepting with sadness.
As Mike thinks heavily, his brain turns on like a light bulb. He breathes in relief but finds himself in a dark mysterious hallway. His mind was aching like an illusion with spikes pounding in his body. Slowly walking through the halls, he comes to a stop.
“The backrooms?” Mike read the massive sign with an arrow pointing to a mirror. CLING! CLING! A noise echoes through the hollow walls. The stick figure scares Mike and he hits his head on with a solid BANG! Mike wakes up in fear breathing constantly. “It was a dream?” Mike whispered to himself…
- The End