The Path to Hell
The wall of the art museum is home to this evil beauty, her dark colors drawing you ever closer to the wall; you stop and read the name of this piece one more time. Why this would be “The Path to Hell”, is the question going through your mind.
Moving closer for inspection of the intricate details reveals things not seen from two paces away. The path is guarded by jagged sharp teeth, like those found in the jaws of sharks.
Claws are now visible on the edges, and the hair on the back of your neck starts to rise and tingle, the depth is now calling for your attention. The faint golden light at the end of the path is calling you closer, your instincts say look away; move on, but your body is frozen in time and space.
Your body is now helpless, as your soul has now left you and has started down the path, it takes one last glance at you, as you stand there helpless, your mind is screaming but your body is silent.
Your soul turns away and moves further in; as your soul disappears at the bottom of the path your body drops to the floor, violently shaking uncontrollably. Your body takes its last gasp of air, the final breath of life, The Path to Hell has claimed you, as the artist intended.
original story by @sultnpapper