uNdersidemymind

It was dark, humid and quiet...but it was not night yet.

I knew this street, I had been here before. I have been walking for hours, is this a dream? The cobblestone street sure feels real enough, my feet are starting to ache from it. How did I get here?
Finally I couldnt take it anymore and let it out,
"fuck! where the hell am I!?"

There is nobody around to hear the scream.

I take a look around, it looks like its about to rain. Then I notice a neon sign in one of the run down buildings windows. It says, "Questions answered downstairs." What an odd sign I thought.

I start starring at the sign.

Minutes pass by what seems like hours.

I start to make my way towards the door, the side of my foot gets caught in between one of the cobblestones and I quickly twist my ankle. The pain is sharp and quick, god I hate when that happens. I could have sworn I heard laughing but upon further inspection I realize im still alone. It must have been my imagination.

I finally get to the door, its white and the paint is peeling off all the way down to the wood. I try to open the door but the door  is jammed. I could just be the swelling of the wood from the rain before. I give the door a quick shoulder push and is wobbles open. The sound of the thump was loud enough for anyone inside to know someone was coming in.

(to be continued)