Writing on the walls

I just stood there, not knowing what to say. The man vanished and then popped up behind me. He put one hand on my shoulder and one in my hair. At this point, I notice my hair is down. As he moves my hair, I can feel his breath on my neck. He lets go of me and pushes me forward with just a bit of force. I turn around and can finally get a good look at him. He is around 5'4", while I'm 4'3", and he has this look on his face. Almost like he is out of it. I guess I was staring because he quickly broke eye contact. His eyes are almost a maroon and his hair is around the same color. His skin is a light pale, and it adds some contrast to his clothing. He looks very formal yet so casual. He is wearing sweatpants and a tuxedo shirt and coat, and both are shades of red and gray.

"We will start your testing today." He said in a monotone voice.

"Sir?"

"What do you want?" He bitterly snapped when I spoke.

"What- uh- type of tests?"

"You'll find that out, get back to your room."

I would rather not get him angry so I just nod and start to leave the room. The door creaks open and I head off to my room. 'This hallway seems longer than it was before. Maybe this is the test.' The screams and pleas of the children have stopped and it looks more deserted. Cobwebs in the corners, dust-covered sofas, broken doors. I peer into the one dorm without a door and it's all ruined. There is a nightstand that is flipped, laying on its side on the floor. A bed is ripped apart and looks like it was pushed around. The wall has claw marks and the wallpaper has rips and holes. On top of that, there are bloodstains on the walls and the bed. Other than the bloodstains, everything is gray.

Without thinking, I walk into the old, ruined, gray room. I run my hands over the claw marks on the wall as I walk around. I pick up the bloodstained nightstand with caution. Under the nightstand is just a cleaner part of the floor, which wasn't much cleaner. The nightstand has two pull out drawers, both containing nothing other than a symbol on the bottom. The symbol looks like a circle with two horns at the top, one on the left and another on the right. I continue searching, my eyes move from object to object. Now that I took note of the symbol, I saw one on each of the four walls. "If this is the test, what would make this a test?" I say to myself in a whisper, as I touch the ripped up bed. I remove the torn blanket to see the mattress has the same markings but this time it looks almost stained, not carved. Maybe this isn't the only room that has these symbols?

I went into the next room to the left as it's door was cracked open. I peeked into the room before opening it all the way. This room seemed safe so I pushed it open. This one seems tidier, but it's a whole different room. It has fairy lights and looks like a makeup room for actors. There is a fancy setup with a chair and desk, and on the desk there is a mirror with more lights. This room is very bright and colorful. But one thing stands out, on one of the walls, the symbol appears again. The symbol is yellow and looks painted on. Thoughts are circling in my head, 'Maybe this was all just another nightmare of mine, maybe this isn't just a test, maybe...'- My train of thought was cut off by a huge crash.