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The Night - Original Writing

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The sky got darker, or so it seemed, as I woke up on the heavily carpeted floor in a small room. It had no signs or buttons, and I could feel the rapid descent downward that pulled on my entire body; an elevator, perhaps? The room let out a familiar ring as the metal doors in front of me opened. It seemed inviting enough, but the fear of not knowing still got to me. Following that, I was bombarded with eternal questions. How did I get here? Where was I before this? I reluctantly walked out of the elevator and followed the only path I could. The hallway I traveled through was decorated elegantly. Gems and beautiful patterns filled each door and lit up the whole room in a wonderful manner. Maybe this place wasn’t as bad as I imagined it …show more content…

“I can’t say I have,” the old man mumbled. “Let me explain to you the situation that you have been placed in. I can’t tell you where this place is, but what I can tell you is that if you want to exit this place, you will have to play a game, and you will risk your life during said game,” explained the bartender. My face didn’t show it, but my heart pounded like crazy. I immediately ran back through the hallway towards the elevator. Yet, it didn’t open. I tried looking for other doors. They didn’t open either. I ran back to the bar, as mad as I could ever be, and yelled, “What if we don’t want to play the game?” out of sheer panic and shock. “I wouldn’t suggest that,” the bartender smirked at me. The bar behind him concaved and opened up a new room. Although dark, you could make out lifeless bodies hanging upside down. “What happens if we lose?” the old man inquired. “I’m sorry, but all I can say is that you will be risking your life in this game. Please press this button to determine your game.” The old man immediately pressed the button. I unwillingly accepted my fate. It’s like this bar’s job is to keep me stressed. How ironic. “The game you will be playing is pool. Please follow me,” announced the bartender as we headed into the pool room. “The goal of this game is to capture the 8 ball. Who wants to break?” Due to all the adrenaline in my body, I accepted his favor. Things couldn’t get worse than this,

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