Stumbling through oppressing darkness, a flickering lantern my only source of light, I wandered endlessly through the corridors of the manor. Searching for the answers, the answers in my head.
Paint the man, cut the lines...
No! can't think of that, I have to go on.
Daniel...
My name is Daniel! I know that, I know my name!
Footsteps behind me, the awful sound of a familiar groan.
I have to keep running, have to hide, the horror of that face, I can't look.
Fumbling the key into a door, the paintings no more that twisted terrible images on the walls.
Slamming the door behind me checked the room, a small dark bedroom with a desk, a bed and a wardrobe.
Hurriedly I ran for the wardrobe as the door behind me was slammed from the other side, splinters flying as a large chunk of the door was decimated by the creature beyond.
Throwing open the wardrobe I threw myself inside, glancing towards the doorway as it began to fall off it's hinges...
No! I mustn't look upon such a foul creature, for it will only drive me further into the depths of madness.
Paint the man, cut the lines...
My name is Daniel!