The only way out

Gyles

This place is cold.

I am so cold.

It seems like the only thing that is happening in the place getting colder. My hands are shaking and no matter how hard I try to push the door, it wouldn't budge.

The book is still in my grip. It should be useful to me right now but nothing is happening. I don't even know how I am supposed to use it. I don't even know what to do.

"Help me,'' I call out, I don't even know who I am calling to. The misty fog comes out of my mouth as I try to steady my breathing. It feels like there is no oxygen in this place. The air is eerie and daunting.

If I don't get out of here, I am going to die.

I don't want to die.

"Anyone, someone, help me,'' I try as I clutch unto the door handle. Everywhere is cold and shilling. The room is creepy and carries this disgusting smell. I know what the smell is. I know that so many people have been sacrificed in this room.

I don't want to be next.