User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-26355775-20151013003539

Okay here is my entry, (Posting it here because im not sure if it will be deleted or not on the forums)

I don't know who I am, or where I am. I am in a sort of cell that looks like something straight out of a mid evil movie. The smell of mold and mildew clings to the air in a small enclosed space with a locked rusty iron door appearing to have been a glossy white is not a browning piece of metal that looks like it came straight from a scrapyard. The damp floor accompanied by the slightly cracked walls, temping you into thinking there is hope when none exists makes you understand why some people slowly drift into insanity when put into places like this. My brain, which is throbbing, feeling like I was hit over the head with a hard object, like a baseball bat, is full of memories and yet I remember none of them or the people in them. I am not sure if they are even my own. Its like my brain is a cipher, full of letters and numbers which by themselves their meaning is clear, but when put together in a pattern that can not be understood by most people no matter which way you form them it gets confusing, and you feel like a stranger in your own head. My stomach growls as it yearns for food, in which I feel I have not eaten for days. The noise of rusty hinges in badly need of oiling, scares me as the door slowly opens. A small, skinny man with pale skin wearing a mask resembling a lion appears in the door way. "Come along now fella', we have to talk", he said while a big toothless smile formed on his face. And now I can deeply say, I found a new meaning to the word "fear".