Into the Abyss: A short story

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May not be a point to it at all, but yeah, short story thingy influenced by a really weird dream i have had that likes to re-occur a lot.


I had awoken in the night to a strange, foreboding feeling. Standing up, I walked throughout the upper rooms of my dwelling and headed downstairs. Something just kind of felt... off, kind of like that prickling sensation on the back of my neck at the time. When I got downstairs, I noticed an odd, pale fog out of the corner of my eye and turned in that direction. There was nothing there other then the kitchen, but as soon as I turned away the fog would re-appear. I decided heading towards the kitchen would be the best course or action. The fog was still there, but this time it was down at the bottom of the basement steps. Grabbing a flashlight, I had then decided to head into the basement, flipping the switch for the only light down there.

Now, this house had been in my family for years, and I knew the layout of the place by heart. Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, the sense of unease and apprehension grew. There was something very... wrong about the basement. There were no doors down there in the past, but at the very bottom of it all, there was this large, metal door, with a small opening covered with bars. I approached the door and looked through the bars. A long hallway with 5 doors, 2 on each side and one at the very end stretched out before me. That ever-persistent fog flooded the corridor, but this time it wasn't disappearing. Hoping I would find the source of the fog, I opened the door and headed on in, leaving the door open in fear it would close shut behind me.

Upon entering the corridor, the air started to feel heavy, not with moisture, but with a dread sense of foreboding. At times I thought I could hear voices beckoning me towards the various doors. All of the doors were in the same fashion as the first, a solid, metal door with a barred window. As I ventured forwards, the fog retreated to the room at the very end, so I saved that door for last. I walked up to the first door on the left side and looked on through the window.

What I could describe as a crypt was on the other side, except there were people I knew to be dead walking around. I even saw my parents. The one that was then my father noticed me and walked over to the door, lurched forwards suddenly and grabbed the bars shaking and letting out a piercing otherworldly shriek of rage, the mouth dropping down further than should be possible, exposing glinting, pointed fangs lining the mouth. I jumped back in response, sweat beading on my brow as the fear further crept up my spine. I felt like I wanted to leave that place, but something, perhaps someone was prodding me forwards. It could have been curiosity, I wouldn't know, but I walked to the opposite door and looked on through.

A nude woman was strapped on into what appeared to be a torture device of some sort. I recognized the woman as someone I had a interest in but was always too afraid to approach her. She had died in an accident before I had ever gotten the chance to even ask her out for dinner. She saw me as well and started crying out for help. I felt a strong urge to open the door and free her, but as I tried to open the door, I couldn't even get it to budge. I had no choice but to leave her, a sense of guilt wracked my senses from that point on her as when I turned around and headed for the next door, I could hear the screams and tearing of flesh from the cell she was in.

The next room looked like hell on earth, the twisted remains of buildings, vehicles, and other structures littered the ground as far as the eye could see, the sky brown from the dust and debris. I turned from that door and looked into the next room. This room was the complete opposite and looked the part of a veritable paradise, until I saw some man running across the beach on the other side. Two odd-looking creatures were chasing him. I would call them goblins I guess. They managed to grab a hold of the man and proceeded to rip him limb to limb. I could only guess they were going to eat the man. I turned around and headed towards the last door, the one at the end of the hall. Fear... no, dread, overcame me as I looked through the window, but what was there to be scared about, I just saw an empty room filled with fog and what appeared to be a stairwell spiraling downwards. I was still feeling like I was being prodded onwards, so I figured I would obey this unseen entity and enter the room.

The Air in here was far colder than the hall, far heavier as well. I could see my breath, or was it the fog that didn't disappear this time. I walked to the edge of the stairwell and pointed the flashlight down it. As far as I could see, there was no bottom. I still felt that prodding sensation, as well as an even further heightened fear and a sense I needed to get the hell out of there fast. My feet however, kept on going forwards, down the stairs I went. At first the steps came easily, but after what appeared to be 10 minutes, I still haven't reached the bottom, nor could I see the room above anymore. The air had been rabidly getting colder and heavier as I made my way down. My body grew numb, and breathing became difficult. I then passed out and knew nothing but the cold, inky black since.