The Screws And The Blood

A man runs down the hall, blood dripping like a loose tap. His left arm pale while covered in holes, and rusted screws. Once down the hall he reaches a T. Looking behind him he can see the Crimson and Pale pair of glowing eyes getting closer and closer. The sound of metal crushing flesh upon each step the dark entity takes. Thinking quickly the man runs down the hall to the right only to smack into an invisible wall. After regaining his bearings he places his bloody left hand up, and putting his palm on the invisible wall. He tries to push but nothing happens.

His thoughts are interrupted however by the grotesque sounding footsteps of his chaser. In an act of pure desperation, the man punches the wall with a right hook, only to see something odd. It looked as if behind the invisible wall was drywall. With the illusion broken, the man kicks and punches the drywall slowly breaking it down as the grotesque footsteps get closer and closer. Once he is finally through the can see a kitchen. The kitchen to the house he owned. The same one he has been in this entire time. Quickly the man rushes to the front door to escape. Once he opens the front door he can see his car, a 93 mustang. He goes to take a step only to feel something on his waist.

Once he looks down he can see six metallic claws, three on each side grabbing his waist. The mans eyes started to well up, realizing what this means as he can hear the creature speak to him in a semi deep voice that sounded like it was talking through an old radio.

"Time to be reborn, Jason" It says.

The man known as Jason begins to cry, knowing that his neighbors wouldn't be able to hear his screams, after all, if they could, the police would have been here hours ago from the screams of his friends. Slowly Jason is lifted up and pulled back into the darkness as the front door seemingly closes itself.