The Building

There is this new building in Ontario, Canada. This building is new, but looks like it’s from the 50’s. It had 1 story, and wasn’t that big. People have spread rumors about said building such as: It’s haunted or some cannibal eats people in it. I doubt any of them are true. It was only until recently did I find what was really in that building.

A few days ago, 2 of my friends and I were walking to McDonalds. We were taking the normal route, but we noticed the roads were filled with traffic. We just decided to take an alternate path to it. What we hadn’t remembered, is that we would go right passed the new building. When we did pass it, we decided to take a look at it, since we realized none of us had every actually seen it. It definitely looked pretty damn old. We had like what, 2 hours to kill? We thought, Why not? The main door was an automatic one, but wouldn’t open. My friend had to pry it open, and when he got it open just the slightest amount, it swung open. And when it did, a piece of the wall on the outside snapped off and scared the shit out of us. Now granted, we were a bit nervous, after hearing those rumors, we didn’t know what to expect. So we went through the door. A slight breeze could be felt in the doorway, it was a very cold breeze however. First thing we see when we go through the door: one long hallway with many doors. The lights in the hallways were mostly damaged. Some flickered, some were fully on, and some were just plain out. There were 6 doors on each side and 1 at the end, which could barely be seen, the lights at the end were mostly out. My friends said they would give me 30 bucks each to go to each of the doors. Seeing that I could use the money, why not.



Door 1, Left Side:
As I approach the door, I notice that there are spider webs on this door. Looks like it hasn’t been opened in a long time, despite the fact this building is new. I reach for the doorknob, and notice it seems very… lonely. I know that sounds weird but that’s what I felt. As I open the door, The smell of the outdoors fills my body. I love that smell. As I look around the room, I notice there is only one thing in it: a Lily. It is centered in the room, and looks like it’s fading away. I decide to leave it in there. Just to leave it undamaged or untouched.

Door 1, Right Side: 

This door is odd. The door itself is different from all the other doors in this hallway. It has a Russian style to it. It’s odd. I open the door to find something very disturbing. A man is lying on the ground moaning. Scars, cuts, gashes are everywhere on his body. He reaches his arm out, in a very weak manner as if he wants me to save him. Just as he lets out a whimper, he starts screaming and I notice a cat is clawing out the flesh and skin on his face. It’s eyes looked red, like they were either covered in blood or just filled with evil and hatred. I slam the door shut. I… I don’t know what to think. Maybe it was in my head. Yeah, an evil cat? It seems so unrealistic. Oh well.



<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Door 2, Left Side: 

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<p class="MsoNormal">I hear sounds of soldiers yelling “Sir, what do we do?” But I hear no response. I can hear cries of terror and fear throughout the field. I hear an explosion and human limbs land near my feet. This is dangerous, I’m leaving.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Final Door:

<p class="MsoNormal">This door seems to be made of gold, actually. But it’s stained with blood, and a lot of it. There are 2 letters on the door: S_G. It looks like it’s missing a letter. Huh. I open it. There is a man on a computer, talking. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but he looks into whatever he is doing. He gets up from his computer and gestures for me to sit down. I do so, since he doesn’t seem creepy. I ask him what this place his, but he doesn’t say a word. He looks into my eyes with no emotion, then grins. He looks to his left, as do I. I jump a bit. 2 bodies hanging from the ceiling. Eyeballs torn out. He starts laughing. At closer inspection, I see they… are my friends. I forgot about them, I was busy checking out this building. My eyes start to build up tears. They’re dead. What the fuck kind of place is this? I bolt out of my chair and sprint to the door. It seems like it’s locked. The man gets up and I see he is holding a butcher knife. He starts to come toward me, laughing. I am scared out of my mind. My life starts to flash in my eyes. I can’t end it here. I use all of my force to open the door barely enough to where I can slip through. I sprint through the hallway toward the entrance. I look back to see the man at the door, looking at me, licking his knife. As I bolt out the door, I can hear him say, “This is Mutahar, and I’m out.”