SKYLAR
I was in a building I had never been in, I would have remembered it. Was I dreaming? This had to be a dream. Both the walls and floor were white and impeccably white. Even the doors and they only had a small window at the top of it. It seemed like a madhouse to me, like those you see in the movies. It was unsettling.
I must be dreaming, I thought to myself as I looked around the empty hall. Something inside of me told me to keep quiet but to walk forward.
I passed a pair of double doors and my eyes widened as I saw an even longer hall with many rooms on both sides. It looked endless. Nervousness began to fill me, there was something wrong here. I could feel it.
Cautiously, I made my way to one door. There was some sort of painful-filled whine coming from inside. First I made
