Aaagh

"You saw it. You now cannot deny it's existence. It's awful and it's haunting you everywhere you go. Man, woman (or others), you can't now run away from it's presence. It's internal. It's in your mind, but definitely it's real. Please do not talk about this with others, you will infect them. Just isolate yourself. Wait. You can only wait. You can never know what that thing will do to you. It's a Pandora's box. Meanwhile, do not lower your sight. Just keep your chin up high." - That's what the sign read. I couldn't fucking believe it. I mean, I can, you could never. The very room was weird to the point where the walls were a little bit rounded up, and it gave me the feeling that they were breathing. I mean, a constant buzzing was like accompanying the movement of the walls. Something was waiting. I could not tell what. But it was huge. And fucking mean. And ancestral. Old. Infinitely old. Cruel. I started walking through that hallway, and everything started to twist slightly. Why was I there alone? I can't really fucking remember, but there I was. All color started to change step by step. Everything followed my movements with the attention of an apex predator. And then, my body trembled. It started from my insides. Like a wave. It hurt a little. But at the same time brought a bit of pleasure. The hallway gave me things. It gave me doors that had an unexplainable shape, some of them knew how to talk. It gave me carpets that crawled begging for help. In one given time I had an axe with eyes and teeth and a tongue that was licking constantly my thumb, and in my other hand I had sort of like a trinket, a rotten human fetus with a huge dick that I was holding. It only moaned. Liquid poured from it's orifices. I was sure that that trinket had some kind of power, but I was not sure what, precisely. I blinked and I spawned 30 meters away from my stuff, walking with my hands, but my head was rolling by my side. It was like a companion. Not a head, not my head, not having the roll that it was supposed to have. Curious. I was disintegrating and changing and smelling and falling apart. It was some sort of metamorphosis. I was standing in front of a door. An actual door. It was sturdy. Heavy. Hard to move. I had to kick my own head with my hands to open it up. Just a tiny bit it moved. So I squeezed so fucking hard through it. And, you won't fucking believe what was in the other fucking side.