As Wale slowly regained consciousness, he was met with an eerie darkness that seemed to suffocate him. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an unseen force. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and Wale's skin crawled with unease.
He struggled to remember how he got there, but his memories were shrouded in a thick fog. He recalled the figure's laughter, the glint in its eyes, and the words that still echoed in his mind: "You will see, Wale. You will see."
As he lay there, Wale's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and fear. What had happened? Where was Maya? And what did the figure want from him?
Slowly, Wale's eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and he made out the faint outlines of a room. He was lying on a cold, stone floor, and the air was chill. He shivered, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over him.
Suddenly, a faint hum filled the air, and Wale's heart skipped a beat. It was a low, pulsating sound, like the beat of a heart. As he listened, the hum grew louder, and Wale felt his own heartbeat synchronize with it.
The darkness began to swirl around him, like a living thing. Wale's mind reeled as the room seemed to dissolve, and he was transported to a different time and place.
He saw himself as a child, playing in a sun-drenched garden. His laughter echoed through the air, and Wale's heart swelled with a sense of joy and freedom.
But as he watched, the scene shifted, and the garden began to wither and decay. The flowers wilted, the trees turned black, and the sky grew dark. Wale's laughter turned to screams, and he felt a sense of terror wash over him.
He was trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.
As the darkness closed in, Wale's vision began to fade, and he was left with only one thought: What was happening to him?
The question echoed in his mind like a mantra, a desperate attempt to cl grasp onto reality as it slipped further and further away. Wale's body felt heavy, his limbs leaden, as if he was sinking into a deep, dark sea.
He tried to move, to shake off the paralyzing fear that gripped him, but his body refused to respond. The darkness was a living thing, wrapping itself around him, suffocating him.
As Wale's vision faded, he saw a glimmer of light in the distance, a tiny pinprick of brightness in the blackness. He focused on it, his mind grasping for the lifeline.
The light grew brighter, illuminating a figure standing in the distance. Wale's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure: it was Maya.
She was calling to him, her voice faint but urgent. Wale strained to hear her, his mind reaching out to hers.
"Wale, wake up!" she shouted, her voice growing louder. "Wake up, Wale!"
Wale's eyes snapped open, and he gasped, sucking in a lungful of air. He was lying on a cold, stone floor, his body drenched in sweat.
As he sat up, he saw Maya crouched beside him, her eyes wide with fear. "Wale, what's happening?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Wale shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I don't know," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "I was dreaming, I think."
Maya's eyes searched his face, her gaze intense. "It was more than a dream, Wale," she said, her voice low. "You're in danger. We both are."
Wale's heart skipped a beat as he saw the fear in her eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice urgent.
Maya's gaze flickered to the door, and she leaned in close. "I don't know what's going on, but I know we're not alone. We've been here for hours, and I've heard...things."
Wale's skin crawled as he heard the fear in her voice. "What kind of things?" he whispered.
Maya's eyes were wide with terror. "Footsteps, whispers...it's like someone is watching us."
As she spoke, Wale heard a faint noise, a creaking sound that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. His heart racing, he scrambled to his feet, pulling Maya up beside him.
"We need to get out of here," he whispered, his eyes scanning the room.
But as they turned to make a move, the room was plunged into darkness, and Wale heard the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, coming from the other side of the door.
The footsteps stopped, and there was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch out forever. Then, a voice spoke, low and menacing, echoing in the darkness.
"Welcome, Wale," it said. "I've been waiting for you."
Wale's heart was racing, his mind reeling with fear. Who was this person? What did they want?
As the voice spoke, the darkness seemed to pulse with an evil energy, wrapping itself around Wale like a shroud.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the voice stopped, leaving Wale and Maya standing there, frozen in terror, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
But as they waited, the silence stretched out, and Wale realized that something was wrong. The voice had stopped, but the footsteps hadn't.
They were still coming, getting louder, closer.
Wale and Maya are trapped, waiting for the unknown terror that lurks in the shadows. Will they be able to escape, or will the darkness consume them?
The adventure continues...