The passage is murky, it gives me chill.
What time is it? The cold night wind penetrates through my olive skin.
I’m scared, but I need to keep going.
I have to run away before the Minotaur captures me!
I was finally sleeping after fighting my insomnia for a year. The Dryads helped me with their song.
Yes, I was finally at ease. Until the Minotaur came to my wigwam and scattered all my books, as usual looking for an answer that is never there.
The Dryads didn’t give me a warning sign before their arrival. I was hiding under my blanket, until the Minotaur gave up his search. Minotaurs are blind at night, they don’t see very clear in the dark. That’s why I need to keep going further this passage. I don’t know what’s on the end of this passage, but I keep on going.
Rumbling sounds came from behind me. Like a tractor lost control in a corn maze, trying to swallow and cut everything in its way.
I swipe away my newly coming tears with the sleeve of my pajama. I cuss in between my breath, why didn’t I remember to put on thicker pajamas during Autumn nights? It’s almost winter!
I keep running deeper than the passage itself.
I found myself running into Steep Hill in Lincoln. I can run up or down there! All I have to do first is to look for an open shop and knock, but in this matter I need to burst in before the Minotaur gets here!
But it’s dark! All the shops are closed, somehow the pubs are out of business tonight. Where do I go? Up or down? Either way, I can’t find a place to hide. At least, not soon enough.
Without thinking twice I continue running down the Hill to Well Lane.
Wait, how do I still remember the name if this street? I feel like I’m home. But this is not my home, but I know I’m back to somewhere I used to belong in.
My home is in the Fantasy world! This is England, I suppose? Did I come from this world before I was lost in the Fantasy world? They’re two different worlds.
In Fantasy world, there will be no darkness allays the living creatures. There will be stars and bright full moon. In this world, the sky looks…sad and empty.
I need to stop wandering around, I need to hide!
Oh, I know just the right way! I remember this road. It will lead me to somewhere I can’t recall. But I know this place, I remember what it feels like to be living in my own nightmare.
I remember I’d always hated this place and wished to leave. I did! But why am I back here again?
Was that the passage I took that led me to the Fantasy world?
Why is it so easy to find, yet I’ve been living there for 10 years? Did I forget where I’ve come from?
The rumbling sound is now coming closer to me. It follows me back here!
Run faster! Go hide!
I don’t have to think about which turns I should take, or where this Hill will take me to, because I know where I’m going. I’m familiar with the street around me. The houses and street lamps. The silence. Everything is like in the back of my head in an instance.
I’m almost there.
Straight ahead, my old nightmare.
The place that gives me goosebumps. The place full of horror. The place that leaves the outcry in me. The place I will never forget.
The black gate is still standing tall, even a tornado won’t take it down. None can tear that house apart from the ground.
It is scary. I don’t want to go back inside, because once I set my foot inside I will never go out again.
The roar of an angry Minotaur is echoing from above, all the street lamps burst into flames.
I need to get inside.
I push the gate open without force and it’s already cracked open. I run inside and close the gates carefully behind me, trying not to make a creak sound. I continue running deeper into the house.
The scent of violence burns my lungs instantly.
Suddenly, I am taken back into my darkest times. I can’t run back outside, but I am scared to keep on going further into the house. What should I do? Where should I run now? Where can I hide?