Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

I am a night security worker at a prison... one night ruined this job for me. I was doing my cycle you know... I was checking all the cells. So I was walking down this hallway and I saw a door I had never seen before. Of course my curiosity got the best of me. I opened the door... It was darkness so I got out my flashlight and it stayed in for about 30 seconds and then turns of. I couldn't see anything and I kept stumbling throu the dark trying to find my way back to the door... But it... It wasn't there. The door was gone. My flashlight flickered on and pointed at the door. The door wasn't gone... It was sealed over... concrete was seeping throu the seems of the door. Someone sealed me in. I turned to pick up my flashlight so I could find another  way out but it got draged backwards by something down a flite of stairs. Being the idiot I am I followed it. I got down to the bottom of the stairs and the flashlight got draged in to another room... I followed it. The flashlight turned off. I was in a BIG dark room. The room seemed seemed like it was huge but  I felt crowded... like there where hundreds of people watching me... But no one was there. Something touched my leg! Some thing is there! The thing draged something across my face slicing the flesh. I felt the blood flowing down my face. 'it' that's what ile call it. It flung me backwards. It made a flapping noise like if it has wings or something it seemed as if it flew away. After crawling for what seemed to be 5 days through the dark corridors I found the door. It wasn't sealed anymore. I could crawl through! I I am free! I crawled out it's not help but when I got out there there were people all over the ground with carvings they were dead they had carvings in their sides and stomachs. The police ran to me looking at my face I have the same carving to my face. I thought I was the murderer but then I told him about the door. They went and looked at the door it was gone. They believed my story they didn't think I was the murderer anymore. These markings on my face seem to be a different language not any human language but a demon language. But I think this creature marked me... as a friend.