GregoryHorrorClub

        The consequence of every one of my actions stare me in the face. I’m becoming overwhelmed with all of the horrible results. Has everything I’ve done been out of self-interest? Am I irredeemable? Is it…even worth trying to do “what is best for others”?        The young woman walked slowly through the hall. Her steps were weary but steady. A rumbling noise throughout the corridors caused her to stop. There were a handful of sources, from different directions. All the while, the voices of men cheerily sang, “Do you know~ Who I am~” in a way that made it seem like an echo. &

        I’m trapped. One misstep and I find myself tangled in a web of consequence. My captors begin to throttle me, hoping to squeeze out an explanation for my actions. Either I let out my secrets or suffocate, trying to keep them. I’m constricted…I can’t…breathe…        The young woman awoke, feeling as though she was suspended. She could not move her arms and legs. The young woman jolted in alertness and looked over herself; chains wrapped around her limbs and torso, immobilizing her. She was caught in a net of chains that hung above the stone floor of a dark room, only barely lit by a pair of wall

        Horrifying reminders appear when I least expect it. It’s gotten harder and harder to tell the difference between imagination and reality. This is getting to the point where I can’t even tell if my life is truly in danger or not.        The young woman slowed to a stop as she heard a noise outside of her own footsteps, coming from down the hall. It was a repeated banging noise, accompanied by a ringing jangle. It got closer, with the echoes growing increasingly louder, and the young woman took a step back. She reached behind her neck, and her fingers brushed against her rifle’s cold barrel. The source of the noise f

        What’s the point of knowing my future? If my fate is inevitable, then there isn’t any reason to warn me of it beforehand. Perhaps…the purpose may not be to give me the chance to change my future, so much as give me a head start on coming to accept it.        The young woman headed for her room just down the hall. Before she could reach it, a white cloud of thick vapor suddenly blossomed in her way. A creaky and knowing voice echoed through the corridor in that moment, stating, “Betrayal…        “Betrayal and imprisonment,” the old woman’s voice then became clearer in the dissipating