Hallways

First hallway: sixth door on the left.

I don’t know how it all started.

Second hallway: fifteenth door on the right.

I remember waking up, and I was just... here.

Third hallway: twenty-first door on right-- turn handle counter-clockwise.

It doesn’t matter how it happened, I just have to keep going.

Fifth hallway: puke-green door with peephole and silver knob.

In a lot of ways, it’s like a game. I mean, people love corn mazes, right?

Ninth hallway: take crowbar (behind tenth door on left) and force open fifth door on right.

Maybe it’s a test? Maybe I’m just some twisted version of Pavlov’s dog.

Sixteenth hallway: Run. There’s only two doors, must open right door within thirty seconds.

When you pick the wrong door... just don’t pick the wrong door.

Twenty-seventh hallway: Don’t open your eyes. Feel your way to the thirtieth door on the right.

I wish they would stop getting longer. My legs are so tired.

Forty-ninth hallway: Giant pile of keys. One of them opens the twenty-eighth door on the left.

It has to be a dream. I mean, really, think about the physicality of it. It’s just... too big.

Sixty-third hallway: Find the door that smells like oranges... reminds me of home.

There’s this constant high-pitched tone. Makes it hard to remember.

Eighty-ninth hallway: Open the third fifth sixth door on the left right. I think.

I’m running out of space to take notes. I mean, you only have so much skin. You know?

One hundred-twenty-fifth hallway: There’s a keypad. 978. I was sure this would be the end...

If it sent me back, like ten or even fifty hallways, I could stand it. But... all the way back?

Three hundred-fifty-sixth hallway: Doors all look the same, but have differently textured knobs.

I’ve never made it this far... I just have to pick one.

Maybe, somehow, this is-- nope.

Well... here we go again.

First hallway: sixth door on the left.