I waste no time; I start opening doors right away. The first room is solid concrete with dark stains on the walls and floor. There is a small, round drain in the very center of the room but nothing else. It smells like bleach and makes me feel sick; I leave the room and try the room across the hall.

The door opens but there is only a wall of concrete behind it, for some reason it really frustrates me and I smash my hand against it.

I feel my hand shatter inside but I look down and see that my hand is okay, maybe bruised, but not shattered.

Is this madness? Am I nuts?

It’s the drugs, just work your way through it. Keep moving.

I walk for a bit and check another door, there is noise in the room. It’s another white room but there’s a small, brown object in the middle that I remember is a radio. It’s playing music, crackling a little. The music is all wrong. It sounds like someone playing a record backwards and distorting it. I try to understand why it would make sense to have a radio lying in an empty room playing this horrible music but realize that it doesn’t make sense.

I move to the radio and pick it up. The knobs and buttons I thought I saw from the door are just painted on. I look for a way to change the radio station, maybe to find something out, maybe just to shut it off, but there are no real knobs or buttons on the machine.

The radio seems to be getting louder; I barely hear the door slam behind me. I’m stuck in the room with this god damned music, stuck again! I can’t get out, it’s this damned room all over again!

I slump down against the wall, the music pounding in my head for a long time. I snap.

I pick up the radio and throw it hard against the door, it sticks for a moment and then slithers down to the floor and then into the floor. I watch, amazed, as the radio slips into the floor like it was water. The door melts, starting from the top, into the floor. I stand up and walk into the hall.

It’s not the same hall; this is the first hall, the god damn first hall! I turn and there it is, that god damned chair just sitting there facing me. I hear a scratching, monotonous and raking on my mind. I hear the music, the eerie, horrible music. Then I sink into the floor.

I wake up; I’m still in the room with the radio and its damn music. It was all in my head. I stand up, throwing the radio at the wall where it smashes like a good radio ought to, the music stopping abruptly. It was so real, what is wrong with me? I pinch myself, it hurts. That’s all I have.

I turn and am only a little surprised that the door stands open. I step out and am relieved to be in the same hall, there is no chair or music.

I hurry on, cursing at myself for letting this mad house get to me again. I try another door; it’s an empty concrete room with only one light bulb dangling on a cord attached to the ceiling. The light bulb flickers and goes out, I close the door.

The next door down is a white room with a pink teddy bear sitting in the middle of the floor, facing the far wall. It’s familiar and gives me the shakes. It turns its head and I slam the door. No nuts fantasies for me, stuffed animals stay put.

I take a break from the rooms for a bit as I search the hall for symbols on the doors. I find one, it’s a black X. I can’t remember what it means but I step inside.

It’s a dimly lit concrete room with hundreds of large hooks hanging on chains from the ceiling. The hooks are stained black. I hear a dripping and look to my right, one of the hooks is dripping black liquid, it oozes in a puddle on the floor.

Drip, drip, drip. Suddenly all the hooks are dripping, it’s a cacophony of noise as all the black slides off the hooks at once. The floor is black now, I turn to go and feel something tug on me. I’m stuck.

I’m dangling in the air, a hook through my back, drip, drip, drip. I close my eyes. I’m holding the handle. I’m bleeding to death. I open it.

I’m outside, everything’s alright now, I stretch my arms and feel my back, it’s okay. My feet are stained black but at least I’m alright.

I collapse on the ground and take a few deep breaths. Then I hear it, that music. It’s quiet but it’s getting louder. It’s coming this way. I get up and run.

Only one thing to do, I’ll take my chances. I bolt toward the door to the cut off staircase, the music gets louder and louder but I won’t look behind me. God damned radio.

I open the door and the music stops. I’m sure that this is the same door but the staircase is somehow restored. I shakily walk down them, once again only making it down one more floor. The pitfall is covered by an iron grate; I couldn’t jump down if I wanted to.

And I did want to, a little.

I give up and step onto the new hallway. I have no hopes for this one. The walls are off white with piping along them, the piping hisses quietly. The floor is concrete and I feel the chill in the air but I can’t seem to feel the reality anymore. I hate this floor already.