Light in the Dark
With a start he woke up. He didn't know where he was, but he knew he was somewhere he shouldn't be. He was in a dark, dank room. He could feel every drop of moist, humid, putrid air hit the bottom of his lungs with such a strength that it almost made him gag. He quickly looked around, but found only his phone. He checked the data: nothing. "Shit, looks like I can't call for help..." he sighed. Knowing full well what had happened to him, and who was after him, he turned on his flashlight and headed down the dark corridor before him.
He thought he could hear the sound of low-humming luminescent lights from the hallway, but the hallway was as pitch black as the darkness of midnight during a new moon. As he carefully progressed, he could see many things that suggested his location: the many numbered doors that led to individual rooms, the emptiness, the oh-so-familiar hallway. He knew where he was, and he knew that he had to get out.
The silence terrified him. He was scared of the silence because he knew it meant that he was coming. That...thing...took everything he had! It took away everything that made him enjoy life. It endlessly tortured him in this maze of broken souls and shattered dreams. He had to get out of here, and fast!
Just then, he heard a voice from behind, "Now, now...we don't want to leave so soon, do we," he spun around to see a face that he knew way too well; a face he hoped he would never see again, "Sam?"
Sam fully turned to face his adversary. "Nice to see you again, old friend," he said with a scowl on his face; that last line said with evident sarcasm. "I thought I sent you to the pits of hell last time."
Scowling, the person lunged at Sam, and Sam braced for impact. However, no impact came. The man looked at Sam in surprise and shock.
"W-what? Why can't I kill you? You saw it! You saw the note!" he said, his voice shaky and panicked. Sam looked at his hand. Inside was the note, and the name of his assailant. The man looked at Sam and then shook his head, like he was ridding his mind of thoughts that had bubbled up after centuries of laying dormant. The man's hand turned into a spear, and he jabbed at Sam, each time with more and more with a blood-filled rage as each attack missed.
"Why can't you just die? How are you not dead?!" the man said, his panic now passing the threshold of fear.
Sam, not quite understanding what was going on, saw an opportunity. He walked down the hallway as his attacker continued to attack more and more, missing or just straight going through Sam.
"H-how did you get unmarked? You are no longer marked!" the entity said, starting to calm down.
It dawned on him why it wasn't working. "Your name no longer has an impact on me, old friend. I've forgotten its meaning."
With that, Sam started walking towards the exit of the building. The entity, watching his prey escape for the first time ever, let out a shrill laugh; the sound of both utter, shrieking joy and frustration at something new that he didn't understand. Sam walked up to the exit, and pushed open the door towards the pure light that waited outside.
Credited to AliasCrouton2
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