I walked in that passage for what seemed like forever. Not knowing where it leads. Not knowing what I should do after I get out. Not knowing if I would get out.
I kept walking though my legs were sore. I had to have been walking in this dark empty passageway for at least five hours. “Why me! Why was I not prepared!” I shouted.
Then I saw a sliver of light just around the turn that was up ahead. I raced to where I had seen the light and there it was. A passage wall with a big black raven painting in the center. On the right side of the wall there was a small hole in the wall just like the one at my house. That was where the light was coming from. I tried peeking through the hole but all I could see was a bright light in my eye almost like a flashlight right in my face. I heard something shuffle, but thought it was just my bag moving around on my shoulder. I did the same thing as I had done with the passageway door at my house. The wall opened revealing a small dark room.
“Where did that light come from?” I whispered into the darkness.
“Who are you?” asked a voice.
I was s o frightened that I spun around trying to find the person who had spoken. It was too dark so I grabbed out my flashlight again and clicked it on. I flashed it all around the room and realized that I was in a janitor’s closet because there were shelves of cleaning things. Mops, broom, buckets, and more. I then flashed the flashlight behind the shelves to make sure no one was behind there.
“Who are you and where are you hiding? Come out so I can see who I am talking to.” I told the person who had spoken wherever they were hiding.