His gaze wandered in the darkness, searching for unknown horrors. An unusual gust of wind blew, and the curtains swayed gently, casting faint shadows that seemed to wriggle on the walls, as if some unspeakable creature was creeping closer. His heart was beating so hard that he feared it would pop out of his chest.
Suddenly, there was a sharp creak, was it the sound of an old staircase or something lurking? His throat was so tight that he couldn't swallow, and even screaming became out of reach. The air was filled with a moist and musty smell that made his nose feel uncomfortable.
His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palms, and cold sweat ran down his spine, like countless ants marching on it. He tried to move, but found himself frozen in place, unable to escape the room full of unknowns.
Something could be hidden around every corner, and every shadow seemed to hide a hideous face, ready to leap out at any moment. This invisible fear was more terrifying than any visible threat, and it eroded his courage and blurred his sanity.
He forced himself to breathe, trying to calm his drum-beating heart. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he had to escape from this creepy place. But his steps were heavy as lead, and every step he took seemed to be fighting some invisible resistance.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. But the voice in the darkness was clearer, and every small sound seemed to remind him that he was not alone. Fear flooded his sanity, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, with only one thought in his mind: escape.