Answer:
The atmosphere was dark, cold, damp, tensioned and unruly. I could hear the slow, wet water drops pounding on the stone floor, if it even was water. I don’t know where I am, or how I got here. I’m cold, I feel nothing.
I try my best to adapt to the strange and deepend atmosphere around me, but I can’t. I’m frozen. I can’t move. Am I paralyzed? I feel so scared. I’m scared. I feel like I’m being watched. I hate that feeling, I’m being watched by god knows what, I don’t like how I feel, I don’t like thinking about this I just want to go home.
I try to imagine myself back at my house, sleeping peacefully. I’m so warm, my cat is there. The alarm wakes me up and I have to get out of the puffy warm covers. He walks with me as I go to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast, eggs and french toast. God I love french toast.
God I’m so hungry. I just want to go hom-
I heard something. My neck, it’s warm. Is this just some kind of lucid dream that I’m stuck in? My neck became warmer, but this time, I heard breathing. The breathing wasn’t constant, it was slow and unpredictable, sometimes it was soft, sometimes it was deep, and chesty. And sometimes it was just.. silent.
I’m scared. I can’t move. I want to move. I need to move. I don’t know what unsettling monstrosity is just standing still behind me. What is he doing? What is it doing? I need to move, something, anything. I just want to get out of here. I want to go home.
Note: This is a story made by me, from my imagination. Nothing taken. I think this is an amazing story for creative writing, and in all honesty I enjoyed writing it.