Flashing lights then….PAIN.

“FUCK.” Anon shouted as the full weight of body crashed into the hard floor.

His eyes were still stunned by the blinding light from earlier. One minute he was heading to work. The next minute flashing blue lights in his eyes. Did he fall? He felt like he was falling. He rubbed his eyes, slowly the spots began to escape his sight. That’s when he realized….everything was dark. He saw the dark outline of a ceiling…how did he get inside? Wherever he was it was pitch black. He spent what felt like years fumbling for the phone in his pocket.

“FINALLY.” Shouting with glee as he got his screen on. “Ooo joy.” It was cracked probably from the fall he felt earlier. Luckily it was still working. Clicking the button on the bottom of the screen light finally filled the room. He found his eyebrow arching from what he saw around him. It was some kind of kitchen. A kitchen that had apparently been worked in by the Tasmanian devil. Also the walls and ceiling around him were reflecting his light as if they were made of crystal or something.

Was this some kind of joke? Was he being punk'd? Confusion over took fear rather quickly even though their sign of struggle within this room. Strange claw marks on some of the walls. Turning around the light scanned the room. The beam slowly reveals more and more of the room. Until it stopped on a window that was boarded up by wood. He walked over trying to see out the window but the board would place too tightly for him to see anything outside…wherever that was.

The boards were nailed into crystal walls. He moved hand towards one of the boards trying only to see how sturdy they were. When his hand moved too close, strange blue runes began to glow across the boards as his hand was repelled with burning sensation. “DAMMIT.” He shook his hand in pain. Putting finger in his mouth as looking at runes as they soon disappear.

“Whelp, either this really good practical joke…or Frank spiked my coffee this morning.” Speaking to himself and to the quiet of the room. Which given everything going on was starting to freak him out. What was worse was that…the whole building felt…off or maybe just too quiet. There was a double door that led to somewhere. It was his only option at the moment.

Approaching the doors he winced as reached for the door knob worried about those runes popping up again. Nothing of the sort happened as he twisted the handle. Cautiously did he twist and push trying to be as silent as the castle as to not disturb the horrors that may or may not be lurking in the shadows.

Peeking his head slightly out of the door with his phone leading the way. Right and left were the same. A row of doors in a long…DARK hallway. So long that he couldn’t even see the ends. “That’s just….lovely.” The debate in his mind was one of fear mixed with curiosity. That was human nature after all when experiencing something new. He pushed the door open enough to slip out of the kitchen. Still being as quiet as a mouse in fear of a cat. Closing the door behind him. Remember the sage advance of his DND friends. Good adventurers go forward. Not the best advice to follow in a creepy dark place but, he was doing the best he could. He tried to keep his seat quiet to no avail. A master of stealth he was not.

Anon was dressed for work. He was working in the office when he saw the flash. He was wearing a white button up t-shirt with a red tie around his neck. Black slacks and black dress show covered his lower half. His sleeves were rolled up, which was the usual style he had on. He stopped himself when light caught something.

More claw marks against the walls and was….was that blood. A red stain against the ground. It would seem his DND buddy had led him down the wrong path yet again. Fear was slowly edging deeper into his mind. This whole time he had been trying to rationalize all of this as some weird dream or someone fucking with him. Those ideas were slipping away as evidence was piling up that this was in fact real.

He crouched down putting his light on the red stain. Rubbing his fingers against it. Still fresh whatever it was. He lifted his fingers to his nose and smelled. It smelled like blood. That iron smell is something he knew well. Not that lived a dangerous life before this but, his teenage years were spent at times fighting off bullies. He got enough bloody noses to remember the smell.

His dying hope was that some guy in a mask was going to pop out at him any moment. He would take the jump scare over more of this. He remained on his path for now still moving forward down the hall only this time he moved slowly making sure to keep his eyes out for anything weird or anything moving for that matter.

His light finally hit something solid. Another set of doors similar to ones in the kitchen and in the hall only a little bigger. This was all the trappings of a horror movie and he was being dumb teenager that he always laughed at in those films. He still found himself approaching the double doors.

As he got closer his light shining through cracks in the door. They burst open on their own. His light reflected off oily black skin of…this THING. It was a four legged thing. Insectoid in nature but shaped like a pony. Glowing green eyes and with ripped blue wings on its back. Sharp white fangs flashed in the new found light. It let out hiss as it charged at it.

“SWEET JESUS!!” He cried.

Author's Note

Hello, as stated in descriptions this choice your own adventure story. How this works is that you guys will vote on what Anon does and most votes a choice gets is what I will write next for the story. Here are your choices:

1. Punch, The Demon Bug
2. Throw The Phone at in Panic
3. Duck into another room in hallway.
4. RUN, BITCH, RUN.