Corridor

This story was inspired by the book “The Black Corridor” by Michael Moorcock. It is a totally different concept but the thought of an unknown corridor stuck in my mind leading to this story. I wasn’t certain it would work and you may think that it doesn’t. I would love to hear your feedback in comments or direct messages on Facebook.

It had always been there. I don’t know why we never used it or even took notice of it, but it was there.

We drank coffee and talked rubbish about whatever had happened that day when we came into the canteen which was a unit on this industrial estate. The canteen was quite small, there were eight chairs and two tables and a coffee machine. We brought our own sandwiches or whatever we wanted to eat and lunchtime, and we still almost didn't see the corridor. We certainly didn’t ever go in or even think how odd it was.

The corridor was there.

Why I don’t know, and we never talked about or mentioned it, but it began to prey on my mind.

Everyone on the site was paid cash in hand for piece work, so when somebody didn’t turn up for work we just assumed that they had found something better or there wasn’t any work for them. I was in the same boat, I wanted to find a permanent job to give me some security, but nothing seemed to come through for me so I turned up at the site each morning and was given a shovel to dig the foundation trenches for the factory units that were going to be eventually built here.

Even when I was digging the corridor was there in my head, it was there when I went home, it was calling to me and I was getting frightened. In the canteen, it was there but no one mentioned it.

I wondered if I was the only one that could see it. It shouldn't be there, there was no corridor or tunnel leading away from the canteen but it was there in the canteen, a corridor to who knows where. I had seen no one enter it and was sure that I would be entering the corridor sooner rather than later.

The corridor was just wrong in every way, it could not be right.

Today I went into the canteen, there was only me there, the corridor demanded I enter. No one saw me enter, I knew this was a one-way trip. If it was logical I would have come out at the back of the canteen but I was walking along the corridor.

The wall and floor were wet and breathing, almost like the throat of some monstrous entity. Mucous dripped from the ceiling although I now realised the corridor did not have walls, a roof or a floor is was a tube.

I felt my skin burning, it hurt like hell, I tried to turn but the corridor was sealed, there was no way back. I now knew why so many people I had sat with had disappeared. They had not found new jobs or anything, they had ended up here, food for some flesh-devouring devilish creatures outside of our space-time continuum, I was being devoured in the fourth dimension and my flesh was burning and now falling from my bones.

I fell to the floor.

There was no white light or heavenly gates, just excruciating pain,

Then a voice in my head.

“This is your destiny some call me Shaitan, some call me Baal, I will feed off your pain to until you are done with and then I will take more sustenance”

My pain was food for the devil.

I want it to stop

Now

Please Stop

Please

Please

Pl…….