You are walking through the woods. Your boss finally gave you the day off. The cold, fresh air fills your lungs as you climb deeper and deeper into the thick brush. Not a care in the world. No laptop, no cellphone, no outside world. Just you and the beautiful outdoors.

You veer off the main path, seizing the adventure that lies before you. You explore the uncharted territory with a blank mind. The sun begins to sink beneath the massive trees. You only realize the rapid approach of nightfall from the fast-dropping temperature.

Your fingers begin to go numb from the cold, and you decide to turn around and make your way back to the car. You swiftly turn and realize that it all looks the same. Remain calm, you tell yourself as you decide on a direction.

By now, the only light that remains is the moon, suffocated by the high-dangling leaves. The brush is growing thicker and thicker. You are clawing and fighting through branches, bushes, and fallen trees. Cold, exhausted, weak, and no closer to getting out. Your hope dwindles as you panic for ideas, until...

an opening.

You squeeze out of the forest and into an open field. The high grass whistles and swirls in the wind. In the distance, a vast, dark object protrudes from the ground. A building. In search of help you begin trekking across the open terrain.

The rundown building is surrounded by a fence, but it's not just any fence. The top is lined with jagged, rusty nails. Desperate, you climb through a torn hole and find yourself in the middle of what appears to be a graveyard. Small stones lay scattered across the overgrown grass. Each has a number on it. Nothing else. You convince yourself to approach the building. After all, your options are running out.

The rickety, wooden steps creak as you carefully climb up each one before reaching the front door. It seems silly to knock considering the door is dangling off its hinges, and the place looks like it's been empty for years. But you do anyways.

No answer.

You pull the door open a little more and step inside. The darkness consumes you as you feel your way around the foyer-type room. Your foot kicks a glass object. As you pick it up you realize it's a lantern. Things are looking up.

You grab the matches out of your cigarette box and strike one. The room illuminates. It's grandness is overwhelming. The ceilings are high. The walls are stained. The floor is scattered with old garbage and silver tools of some sort. The hardwood floors give way to a staircase with scarlet carpet.

After a few minutes, you begin to warm up and decide to explore the strange house. You slowly walk up the spiral staircase, lantern in hand. You enter into a long hallway with doors on each side. These aren't normal doors. They are knob-less, thick, and metal with small barred windows at the top of each. One is open. You hesitantly peak your head in and see what you were afraid of.

This is all too much.

You drop your candle out of complete terror, run down the hallway, down the stairs, and through the foyer. You squeeze back out of the broken front door.

A white light blinds you.

A shot of pain runs through your body.

Darkness.

You groggily open your eyes. Your head throbs. Your vision is blurred. You blink. Then again. Figures are hovering over you. You try to explain to them what happened, where you were, what you found. You plead for help. One figure calls to the other,

"Doctor, quick, he's at it again."

You try to get up but the tight straps across your chest and arms prevent it. You see another dark figure run to your side with a large syringe. It breaks the tender skin on your arm and once again,

You fade away.

You fade away.