Mystery Awaiting In The Shadows
She was running in pure darkness. Disoriented, not knowing where she was, but kept going for she understood that danger was lurking everywhere. Winding hallways that narrow or widen every corner that she turned. " Where am I?", she screamed in fright. Adrenaline pumping through her veins she kept going. Then she brushed her finger tips against the walls of the hallway. Cold, crumbling bricks. She pressed her hand against the wall and came to halt. When she lifted her hand from the wall some of the rock ruble fell to the floor. Then she collapsed onto the floor in defeat. She was worn out and could barely continue. " Where am I!" she cried again in agony. Feelings of helplessness and fear swept over her, while her long hair fell over her face and she began to cry.
" You are in neither Heaven or Hell." a dark eerie voice said. Startled she looked up. She couldn't see the man that was talking to her. He was being hidden by the pure, pitch-black darkness.
" What do you mean by that?" she growled. Anger was beginning to rise up within her. " Don't play games with me!" she shouted.
"You are not in a place that is as pleasant as Heaven, but you are not in a place that is as gruesome as Hell. You are in between them." His voice was being echoed throughout the halls.
" But such a place doesn't exist." She said in a horrified voice.
" The souls of those that cannot find peace, reside here. Once they've found it, they may go to Heaven or Hell. Whichever god chooses for them. But some never leave and stay here... for eternity." He informed in a dark tone.
"then why am I here? I haven't died!" She shrieked in frustration.
" The truth will be unraveled soon enough." And with that the wind blew drawing her to move forward. Then she found herself in front of a dead end. She put her hands out to feel her surroundings. Cool metal is what she felt underneath her hands. Suspecting that it was a door she pushed it open, and the gigantic, heavy metal door slowly creaked open. She stepped outside, her vision was blurred because, all around her was thick, misty fog.
She turned around to look at the enigma she was recently in. She was running in the halls of a castle. It was immensely huge, with a gothic style architecture. Vines filled with thorns were growing all over the walls. Looking back at the fog she noticed she could see better in the fog than in the darkness. With that she started to walk into the daunting mystery put forth in front of her. Embracing her fears she took the first step forward. Then a cool, brisk wind ran through her hair whispering, " Stephanie..." it was the same dark voice that spoke to her earlier. Alarmed she whirled around to look at it. But all she saw was a shadow disappear.
She hurriedly turned around sprinting. On the inside she was horrified because that shadow somehow knew her name...