Chapter 1st - Where these doors leads to?

Where am I?

These words commonly used in situation when ones suddenly appear in some place unknown. came straight from fantasy or mystery novels, it become normal.

people tend to panic to the unknown...

I'm also the one using these line, whenever I sleep and woke up in that places I never recognized.

Every nights, I have a same old dream...in a same old place. the dream of me running from "something" I don't want to described in word; inside a long hallways coloured black full of doors in both side on the hall, endlessly. Each doors have a different , held different decorations...

Where these doors will leads to?

are they my escape route?

This question...still left unanswered.

Every time I try to reach them, whenever I touch the knob, that"something" will manage to grab me from behind. force me to wake up in the middle of the night...such headache.

that dream and that shitty looping of cat-and-mouse game, I've done it over and over I'm getting sick of it.

That when I plan to face it "directly" in my dream.

I took the sleeping pill I have, and go to bed normally... but with my trustful scissors - "Cruzar" - held in hands.

...the scissors, my father's keepsake tied along with my mother's ribbon.

At always,

I awoke inside the hall of infinite doors...I am inside my 'dreamworld' now.

expect to see that "something" that keep giving me such bad migraine, I yelling in the empty hall at loudest at I could, telling 'them' I want to see it face to face but...

Nothing came...

All that greeting me was one of those door happen to open by it own...

This one is nearest to me... dusty white, full of greyish balloons and nonsense scribbles make by pencil or black ink. all it says is "Gather around, gather around!", "the one and only 'Laughing' Jack-in-the-box!" and.. "Pop goes the weasel!"...It wrote all over the door...

Except for one of them, in my handwriting...

"Nightmarish fairground and monochrome theme-parks, can't miss it"

My curious got the best of me. I went into the open door.

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upon entering, all I can say is..."What in the f**king hell is THIS!?"

yes. I see grey, black and white "fairground". no one 'alive' in sight.

The Carnival and theme parks... with the red grass floor, smell like flesh blood.

I heard the echoing of music box's melody know at "Pop goes the weasel." I look inside each of those tents. it fill with what seem to be the figures of children...seem lifeless and...deformed.

"Gather round, gather round!

We got ourselves a new playmate in body of full grown,

OH! look like OURS amusement park's gonna gone WILD tonight!"

I got goosebumps hearing the demonic male voice coming from speakers, loudly all over the "park".

Didn't take much time for me to notice there's couple of people, mostly children and young adults, got pinned all around amusement rides, tied around their bodies with printed bloody smile balloons and...what is it called, rotten guts and their intestine?

Next thing I know, the same demonic voice was right behind my neck, whispering raspy...

"Let's play together with us, kiddo..."

Just then things start to go blurry on me...