When we moved towards the door, every light in the room flickered tempermentally. the door that we were approaching appeared to slowly open. revealing a wet long fingered hand to reach around the corner of the slightly opened door that had creaked majorly loud. I was not alone. here with my best friend Lyla exploring where we shouldn't be an old building that looked like an old mall.

everything we had hoped to find was not here but only a scary looking clothes testing room with a dodgy light and decaying wet hand on the door.

the hand had a shadow. but the shadow developed into a figure with pure white eyes that looked like a car headlight. as we backed away from the door the figure walked into the room. flickering lights had popped into darkness with the only acceptance of the fire exit light working gave the figure an outline.

the electricity buzzing through the broken light got louder and louder as the figure got closer. blood shooting through our head as we stood in fear. watching as what could potentially be the end of our lives got closer hobble forward distortingly. the smell of rotten flesh grew moldy in the air.

suddenly the light came on revealing the figures detail. a short stubbed man with a dirty face. long wet fingers from what we saw earlier. but neither of us thought about why the lights worked after popping. only to think of what an ugly decaying monster it was.

the thing had its left hand held up. Holding a seemingly clean poker card. it was far to clean for the dirty decaying monster to possess in his pocket. was backing away with his right arm behind his back leaving where he entered.

as he vanished out the door we followed him out. we soon find he wasn't in the next room he entered. to vanish as if he was our imagination

was it the light playing tricks
or was it something else