Land of the Setting Sun
I stepped away, and he shook his head gently.
"Really? I would have thought given your predicament you'd give anything a chance, but fine." His mouth formed a thin, forced smile. "Farewell, James."
The man threw his robe over his face, and melted into the walls, leaving a lingering feeling of dread. As he faded, the thin veil of fog dissipated throughout the room as well, along with the pews. My shoes suddenly felt wet, and I looked down to discover I was standing in a pool of water. Disgusted, I shook off my shoes and stepped away.
The room felt small and cramped in the sudden darkness, and my skin began to itch with the promise of upcoming danger. I moved to exit out of the former church, when something covered the entrance, like a grainy sheet. I felt myself panic as the interior of the building was thrust into darkness, and clutched desperately to the wall, trying to see my way out with my hands. It descended upon me like thick, wooly blankets.
It covered my hands first, and then the rest of my body all at once. It was like a fine sand. I considered the possibility of being buried alive when my skin began to itch, like someone was holding a small flame inches from the surface. It heated up progressively, resembling microscopic hot coals that burned into my pores. It was a mistake to scream.
"Really? I would have thought given your predicament you'd give anything a chance, but fine." His mouth formed a thin, forced smile. "Farewell, James."
The man threw his robe over his face, and melted into the walls, leaving a lingering feeling of dread. As he faded, the thin veil of fog dissipated throughout the room as well, along with the pews. My shoes suddenly felt wet, and I looked down to discover I was standing in a pool of water. Disgusted, I shook off my shoes and stepped away.
The room felt small and cramped in the sudden darkness, and my skin began to itch with the promise of upcoming danger. I moved to exit out of the former church, when something covered the entrance, like a grainy sheet. I felt myself panic as the interior of the building was thrust into darkness, and clutched desperately to the wall, trying to see my way out with my hands. It descended upon me like thick, wooly blankets.
It covered my hands first, and then the rest of my body all at once. It was like a fine sand. I considered the possibility of being buried alive when my skin began to itch, like someone was holding a small flame inches from the surface. It heated up progressively, resembling microscopic hot coals that burned into my pores. It was a mistake to scream.
