Shadowgate

Stepping lightly across the red tinted dirt floor, you try to keep your eyes focused on the door ahead of you. The walls thrive and quiver. In the dead silence, your heavy breathing hums through your ears. You stand still, holding your breath.

Exhaling, your eyes follow the cloud of cold air rising from your mouth.

Blue flames burst from the floor. Not perceiving you were in the center of the room until now, you feel extremely provoked. Buckler weighing heavily on your back, you shift positions as the erratic blue embers form a blinding circle around you. You rapidly turn in all directions, distorted by the quivering fire.

An ear shattering screech echoes off the flesh in the room.

Clutching your head in pain, you gaze up through watered eyes to view an apparition of utter distaste; cloaked in a hooded gown, resembling that of a monk or priest. The transparent figure dances around you, leaping great strides, boasting an aura of dark blue.

The flames encompass you, struggling to gather your senses you instinctively defend yourself from the specter. The armless spirit seemingly mocks you as it tip-toes and strides, screeching obscenities into your brain.

The blue flames brighter than ever, you react.