From the moment you step inside you wish you hadn’t. The door behind you closes with an almost inaudible click but you feel it within you like a punch in the guts. Your stomach tenses into hard little fists and you swallow the sick that appears to have made its way to the back of your throat.
Walk damn it.
Finally you feel your feet ever so gently graze the air as you step over the debris and head toward the hall. It’s dark and musty. You notice your breath upon the air and realise you get colder with each step you take.
This place is devoid of anything. Apart from the indiscernible debris you can’t make out a thing. You feel no life but your own and it terrifies you.
You stand still for a while holding yourself to yourself and dream up catastrophic scenarios about what happened and wondering how long it had been since anyone else had breathed here. You’re getting colder and your heart is still and it aches.
Stop it! You clutch your head in your hands, squeeze shut your eyes and shout at nothing.
After a moment you take a deep breathe and walk forward again. You find yourself at the end of a square hall that appears to have led you back to where you started and you head for the door, but it’s not there anymore.
This is ridiculous! A hallway that goes nowhere! There’s nothing here! And no door! You twirl around searching out every corner of the room for an escape and land on your knees on the floor.
Please let there be more! You’re yelling at yourself now. You didn’t come so far for this. You didn’t work so hard for nothing.
Then you feel it – the warm caress of tears. It has been a long time since they’ve played upon your cheeks. You lean back against the wall and savour the feel of feeling.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I ask you, as I help you up off the floor.