The corridors loop on themselves in circles. I said that yesterday but I’ll say it again here. Down the hall, I noticed that there was a small red light coming from around the corner so I went to check it out, but it was just another wild goose chase. I ended up right back where I started in the living room. But I wasn’t going to just take it sitting down this time. Oh no. I was going to find out what that light was for sure.

I steadied myself, made sure the floor in the dark was clear, and sprinted down the hall. When I passed through the door frame, I was back in the living room again but I didn’t stop. I charged at the doorframe again, and again, and again, before finally I was out of breath and had to stop. It had bested me yet again.

I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes. I think the isolation was starting to get to me. I never get hungry or thirsty, but I have to sleep. That’s actually convenient because there’s no food even in the house.

My head rested on the edge of the couch when there was a creak.

I shot up. And waited. And listened.

Somewhere upstairs, another creak. I could feel my heart skip a beat. Maybe there was someone, or something, here after all. I didn’t hear it again. It was probably just the house settling. Change in temperature or air pressure, or something along those lines.

Still, I have to wonder how good a “reasonable explanation” will do me when I’m trapped inside of a never ending house.