There are dark walls on all sides, the ceiling is low and the path turns sharply to the left ahead. I walk forwards slowly, able to feel my heart beating in my chest, my breathing is short and fast as I step further into the darkness.

CLANK CLANK

What was that sound? I turn sharply around. Nothing.

PLIP

A drip of dank water hits my head, trickling between my hairs and down onto my forehead. Gross. I wipe the back of my hand across the spot where the drip is.

CLANK

There it is again.

RATTLE

I whip back round to face the other way again. The tunnel is still empty. My breathing becomes heavier. The walls… closing in? Is that possible?

Run.

I don’t even question the thought in my mind. As my body moves towards the end of the tunnel, I struggle to keep sight of where it actually is. Did I veer off course? I don’t think I saw any forks in the path, but now I think about it, I don’t think I even saw a path at all.

Stairs? I can’t quite tell. It’s hazy, a dark mist covering my vision.

CLANK

Again!?

Suddenly it all seems stilted.

Stop.

I come to a fierce halt. Something is blocking my way. Although I can’t see it I know it’s there. Maybe there’s a way through… Perhaps, just perhaps, if I entertain the thought it might come true.