Barren. Vacant. Not a soul. Its as if the building had been adandoned. Not soul was in sight, the only sound that occupied the halls were the squeeks of red-eyed mice. The walls were aged, with the paint growing moldy and falling from them. The windows appeared to be coated with a dark, thick, gel-like substance. This created utter darkness, that my flashlight had difficulty cutting through. As I explore the depths of what was once my appartment, I call out for my partner, begging for a response. Suddenly, a specific sound cuts through the mice's squeeking. A groul. A deep, soul piercing groul, that tore its way into my mind. I reach an uncomfortably tight and narrow hallway. As I make turn, entering another area, I see a figure walk by. It was large, having duck when going from room to room. I turn my flashlight on a doorway, and see the figure, in a vivid fashion. It wore a mask, and the same attire as before. Just then, blood started to pour from the walls, accumulating on the ground. I hear another growl, as the blood begins to approach knee level. The wall next to me begins to crack, as more blood spurts from them. I muster the courage to go the through the door, revealing the next room. Inside was the figure, with its back to me, just standing lifelessly. It was uncanny, all sounds disappated, the blood stopped flooding. It was as if time had stopped, creating tension that thick enough to cut through. Something swiftly ended the silence and broke the tension. Crackling. The massively tall figure jolted to life, its joints seeming split and crack. Its head slowly rotated, with the sounds of bones snapped and shattered. This would go on until a full rotation of 360 degrees achieved. I was expecting to see its mask, its piercing glare. However, I'd see something much worse. It was...my girlfriends face. It was lifeless, its mouth agape, its eyes rolled into its head. Blood poured from its eyes and mouth, as the dead eyes pierced into my soul. It began it cry, "Please help me!". The screams made my blood vibrate and my heart murmer. Crackling followed this, as blade-like nails began to protrude from the figure's hands. The face, my girlfriend's face, began to melt. It melted in the same manner as candle wax. The face split, at the mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth. It scream again, in a demonic sounding voice, "Come help me!". I passed out.

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