The air hung heavy, a clammy, oppressive weight pressing down. Why, oh why, is it so damp in here?"

Oliver's blood ran cold as a piercing shriek echoed down the interminable hallway. Fear lent a frantic urgency to his stride as he sprinted towards the source of the sound.

The hallway stretched on, an endless, skeletal corridor, each step a torment. Exhaustion gnawed at him, but the terror kept him moving. He slumped against the doorframe, gasping for breath, when it abruptly swung inward, hurling him into the gloom within.

He struck his head against a grotesque, gnarled side table, a searing pain exploding behind his eyes. Blood, thick and viscous, oozed from the wound, staining his fingers crimson. Panic seized him. He scrambled for the door, only to find it had vanished, swallowed by the encroaching shadows.

A gruesome growl rumbled from behind him, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. He whirled around, his breath catching in his throat. Standing before him was a figure that defied description – a woman, drenched in blood that seemed to writhe and pulse. Her mouth, a gaping maw of abhorrent proportions, ripped open, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth, two sets of vicious canines gleaming wickedly.

Desperation fueled his actions. He snatched a gnarled stick from the floor, thrusting it between them. With a desperate kick, he lunged past her, scrambling into the nearest closet.

Time, a monstrous entity, seemed to crawl. He waited, every sense strained, every muscle tense. Finally, silence.

 He cautiously emerged, only to be met by a wave of nausea.

Something had savaged his neck, a searing pain exploding across his shoulder. Blood poured from the wound, staining his shirt crimson. The door, miraculously, had reappeared. He bolted through it, only to be confronted by a wall of grotesque mannequins, their vacant eyes following his every move.

They surged forward, a horde of lifeless limbs, their porcelain faces contorted in grotesque grimaces. They gouged at his eyes, their icy touch searing his flesh. Agony, unbearable and all-consuming, wracked his body. He felt a sickening rending in his abdomen, his intestines spilling onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

Silence. An absolute, suffocating silence. Death, a cold, clammy hand, finally enveloped him.