i was alone in a room
that was at the same time a black swamp
the silence was complete.
there was a stone-wall on the left side. the swamp was to the right, and disappeared far away, into blackness. i knew it was a room, but it seemed to go on forever and ever...i couldn't see the end of it.
the door-hole was behind me, but there was nothing but light there, and i knew i couldn't go back there. so i had to go into the swamp. into the blackness.
the problem was, there were these scratches on the wall. and i knew they meant there was something dangerous in the swamp. or, the swamp itself was dangerous. like a living organism of some kind. every time i moved the black organism extended an arm into me in a swift motion. and there was nothing but blood for a moment, and then it all faded to black.
at the same time, this room was like a game, because each time, after the blood and blackness, i was suddenly back in the same spot i started from. and had to try to move, over and over. blood and black. blood and black. blood and black. countless times. game over. try again. game over. try again.
at some point i realized i had to try moving in another way. so i started running into the swamp, watching where the scratches were, because this was where the black organism hit its arms. so i managed to run for a while... until i was in the swamp and couldn't run anymore.
i don't remember how it ended. perhaps it ended like that.
