Interactive P2
Added 2017-08-15 15:30:35 +0000 UTC
You rap your knuckles upon the door a few times, standing before it waiting for a response. It's late, but no -so- late that no one would be awake.
At least you think.
But before you can even react, before you body has time to process what's going on. The door flings open, knocking you back with the blunt force of the wood ramming into you and as you flop like a fish into the opposing wall, you look up in shock and horror.
A massive hand, coming from a endless pool of light is reaching towards you and there is nothing you can do about it. The fingers, thick as cables bind around you, squeeze the life out of you, drag you closer towards the door.
You scream in protest, you shout for help, but only your echos come back to your ears and then you fade into the light.
You clench your eyes shut, expecting the worst, but then a haze comes over your mind. You feel yourself drifting...
and then you wake up.
