Just Darkness

The darkness wraps itself around you as the lights are switched off, the door closed and you left alone. Its like a void, a no-place, a cold expanse of... Nothing. It seems endless, devoid of life but your own wandering soul doomed to it, but it isnt endless nor is it devoid of life. Somewhere in this darkness is a monster. You can hear it move, first on the left, then the right. Where is it? You ask yourself unable to place a direction, it seems to be all around you, trapping you. Mocking you.

A grinding sound comes from your left as the creature moves, you know you should be dead. Its playing with you. The darkness seems to grow deeper and you back away putting your trust in the void that is around you. That sound again this time in front of you as a shape begins to manifest itself in the dusk before you. Retreating, always retreating. Until you cant go any further, the wall blocks any further retreat. The shape continues to move closer, darting around, first of your left, then your right, but constantly getting closer.

Then its gone.

Nothing there but darkness, nothing there but the unrelenting wall of black. You gently step forward cautious of making a sound and alerting it. As your foot makes contact with the floor you freeze. Seconds become hours. A bead of sweat trickles down your skin. Then tentatively you take a second step. Your breath is heavy. The dark seems to be suffocating you. A third step. Its getting worse like someone is throttling you. A cold feeling wraps around your neck. A fourth step. The feeling is heading towards the front of your throat. A fifth step.

You stop. Feeling sick you reach towards your throat with your hands.

There's something there.

Stone cold hands.

No. Stone hands.

You gag as it squeezes your throat.

You try to pull the hands away.

You become weak as the strangulation stops your brain functioning properly. Your heart slows down. Your hands slide down to your sides.

Darkness wraps itself around you as the hands let you go. And you fall to the ground. Your final breath escaping your body.

The door finally opens; too late for you. Light pours in, expelling the darkness to the corners of the room. Your shaking hand reaches out for some salvation. But none comes. You now can see your killer. Stone. Just stone. Your face contorts into horror and one last breath escapes your body as you hear a voice say:

"SCP 173 has responded well to testing, we can move to the next phase."