“The walls warped in and bubbled out over and over.”

With the blindfold secured over my eyes, thus casting me into a world of sightless terror, I was guided the rest of the way down the corridor by my young companion. He gently pulled me along by my arm—making sure I didn’t knock into the rough stone walls.

I could tell we were almost at the door—the source of the blinding light—because the closer we got, the more I could see. I was astonished by what was happening. Somehow, in some inexplicable way, the brightness of the light pierced the thick padded cloth of the blindfold and made it so I could see!

Everything had a reddish tinge to it—almost pulsating in the way it glowed. But I could make everything out clear as day. The only difference being that everything appeared as if I were looking through a peculiar set of blood stained sunglasses. I was flabbergasted!

After what felt like marching up the side of a tremendous hill, we reached the enormous iron door at last. There was a small square—about the size of a playing card—opened towards the upper-middle part of the rusted iron door. This open square was the source of the otherworldly light. It was so abnormally bright that I couldn’t make out what was on the other side.

Seif pounded his knuckles onto the iron with what seemed to be a coded fashion: one knock to the upper left, three to the upper right, and two hard, spaced out knocks right below the open square. Then he took one large step back, nearly knocking me down in his abruptness.

A great shadow blocked out the light coming from the square, and a deep voice, sounding as if it were speaking through a pile of gravel, spoke a series of words in a language I’ve never heard before. The words, if the sounds made could be considered as such, were very guttural and inhuman as they echoed through the narrow corridor.

wall face

Sef wasn’t perturbed by this strange being at all; he simply replied with one word in Arabic. Then the opened square suddenly slammed closed—returning us back to the darkness of the lonesome corridor.

“We are okay,” Seif said.

There was something eerie in the way the words left his mouth. They sounded almost robotic. Like he could sense the anxiety in me and felt I had to be comforted, but he didn’t possess the emotion or empathy to know how to do so.


The sudden sound shook the walls.


A deep crimson light expanded from the ancient iron door.


My ears began to ring.


I felt increasingly dizzy.


The walls warped in and bubbled out over and over.


My world started spinning. I had no idea what was happening or what the deafening sound was.


I fell backwards onto the hard concrete.


The corridor changed to a deeper red.


I started to fade from consciousness. I vaguely remember Seif standing there, unmoving against the great vibrating sound.


I felt as if I was sinking deep into my own head. The view in front of my was shrinking into the darkness of my own mind.


I was going mad. And Seif, he just stood there looking at the Iron door as it opened inch by inch. The light flooded the hall and drenched him in a murderous red.


The red light flashed wildly and Seif’s whole body twisted into a mangled mass of flesh and hair. He was no longer human, nor any sort of creature of this planet.


My heart all but stopped and I could no longer breathe. My eyes closed on their own and I felt as if I were blacking out. I believed I was dying.


Another great flash—this one accompanied by a low rumble. The door was finally opened and the red light had changed to a soft blue. Seif was normal looking again.

I laid on the ground, breathless and sweating uncontrollably. I had survived whatever had occurred—a test perhaps?

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