I was in the living room with my mother. I was happy to spend quality time with her until had a weird look to her. I wonder if something’s wrong. I gently tap on her shoulder, and as I was about to say something, my mother immediately yelled, “Isaac, go to your room this instant!” Confused, I went to my room. I take a peek through the crack in my door. I was horrified when I saw my mother grab a knife and started charging into my room. My heart started pounding as she kept getting closer. I start frantically searching a way out to escape. I searched high and low until I notice there is something underneath the rug. A trapdoor. I fiercely opened the door to the room as I open the trapdoor. Without even thinking, I fall into the abyss below, hoping to run away.
I wake up to a dark, creepy room. Why did my mother try and attack me? Is this all a dream?  The thoughts that go through my head makes me start tearing up a little. I can't let my guard down. I then notice a piece of pencil and paper. This could come in handy I thought and kept looking around. There are three doors that each goes to separate rooms. I quietly go to the room on the right. As I go through the door, I hear the door closing behind me locking. Scared, I try with all my might to open it, but the door didn’t even show any hope of opening.
I turn around to hear what appears to be crying. I walk forward, getting closer to the noise until I finally get a look at who it is. It was a boy who was very chubby. He was muttering words, but I couldn’t depict what he was saying because he was sobbing with oozing liquid in his mouth. “Hello, are you okay?” I don’t get a response back, but I do see him starting to swell. He starts coughing atrociously and starts running towards me. There was nothing else I could do other than run. The boy expanded so much until he couldn’t take it anymore. The boy’s guts were inside out; everything in his body flew everywhere in a quick flash. The doors to the rooms open, but I was too shocked to do anything. I lay down on my side and wept.
The boy reminded me of what my childhood. I was humiliated as a kid. I never had the childhood I wanted to have because no one wouldn’t appreciate me. I’ve also tried impressing my mother by giving her gifts. Her gifts in return weren’t so good, but I still love her. My only true friend would be my pet cat, Guppy. He was always there when I was feeling down. I wearily stand up and go to the room right next to me.
Again the doors were shut closed. I closed my eyes as I don’t want to hear any crying but instead I hear gargling. I can't run away now! I stay where I am and wait until the creature comes closer to me. As he did, it was another person who looks like me, but he had no eyes and was crying blood instead of tears. I move slowly, and then I ran. I eventually trip and fall face first. “AHH!” I yell as I start getting bitten by him. This is the end. I grab out the piece of paper and pencil, and I start writing as quickly as I can.
Dear diary,
Today I died. A person killed me with red tears in some basement. I would like to leave my remains to my only friend Guppy. Goodbye cruel world! Isaac
I could no longer scream as I don’t have the strength to do it anymore. All I can do now is stay down here and keep getting my skin removed vigorously. I get a glimpse of my only friend. I smile to him, and I close my eyes…

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I wake up to a dark, creepy room. I slowly walk around. Why did my mother try and attack me? Is this all a dream? The thoughts that go through my head makes me start tearing up a little, but I couldn’t let my guard down. I look around and see two doors. One right ahead of me and one to the left. I take a deep breath and go to the room to the left…