as many other people here i think the whole prison area is just a masterpiece. the tension in there is palpable, not only because of the usual scary sounds and voices and the creepy darkness. it's mostly the background story of what happened in this place thats absolutely terrifying. very immersive and bone-chilling, amazing writing as well.
and my personal freak out moment:
as for the girl in the storage area:
(09-09-2010 05:01 AM)Elisius Von Pryde Wrote: I'm another guy who thinks the Storage area was horrifying on levels I'd never before experienced. I do think this is the scariest horror experience yet.
After I grabbed the rods and heard the growl I hid. After about two minutes with my eyes closed listening hard for footsteps I braved my way out of the room and down the hall. I got to the top of the stairs when I saw it. All I saw was one foot peek its way into the doorway and I ran. I could hear it behind me. I don't even know if it was following me or just my imagination, but by god I wasn't leaving that to chance. I hid behind the same box again. And after awhile, yet again, braved my way out. But this time I was more careful. And this time I noticed the monster had a pattern. I waited for the right time and snuck my way down the stairs and ducked for cover. I waited for it to be further away and ran my ass out of there to the entry room of the storage area. I spun around quickly to make sure I wasn't being followed. As I turned back. I saw an all too familiar white silhouette against the darkness. For a second I thought, I hoped, that it wasn't what it was. But as a growl slipped out into the dim and my night vision returned I knew I was to abandon all hope. I ran as fast as I could past it. Its claws sunk into my flesh hard but I had to keep going. I popped some painkillers, er, laudanum to steady my stride and continued. I ran quickly but I knew it was behind me. I glimpsed the end and thought ever so slightly that it would be easier to just give up then. Let it take me. I didn't let myself get myself killed, however. And as I reached the hallway it slashed me again and I was forced to take my last laudanum. I was stumbling now, and seeing red. I was sure I would die but I had to try to go further; instinct had gripped me, it was not about life, 'life' was an abstract concept and did not matter. It was about assuaging my own fear, soothing the blistering wound of terror in my mind. I reached the base of the stairs and heard the creature lunge. I knew I would die but somehow it missed, perhaps the stairs put me just above its reach. I managed to get to the door. I heard it growl in preparation for attack once again. I only barely made it through. My heart pounding, my sight red.
I could not go on. I had to take a short break. To share my story with you.
this was a very good read indeed.