++this is a short story inspired by several acid trips.++

something rung inside his head. It was time to go. He never really knew what it was that rung in his head every time he was supposed to go. He felt as though something was calling him, like someone needed him. He got up off the floor, the cement was cold where his body didn't lay. As he walked to the door, he looked around. The room was all grey, with nothing in it. No windows, no fixtures, no lights. The room seemed to have an eerie ambient glow that always kept it bright, except for when he wanted to sleep, that is. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and walked out the door. He didn't recognize where he was when he entered the hallway, but it seemed to be where he belonged for now. He couldn't quite make out the end of the hallway, but he knew it ended. Somewhere. All along the hallway were doorways filled with a bright white light, making it impossible to see where each would lead you. He took a step foreword, and looked hesitantly to the door to his right. He had been in this room before, and he didn't really want to experience that again. he thought about how he should go about testing the rooms. One side of him told him that he should do things systematically, lest he forget what rooms he had experienced. the other side told him that the rooms might be arranged by the kind of feelings there are, so if he were to stay near the room to the right, he might experience that again. He felt conflicted as to where to go. His mind seemed to collide on the issue, and his head started to ache. The pain started to get worse, and he could feel his brain pushing against the walls of his skull, as if someone were squeezing his head. He collapsed to the floor and saw the blood start to run from his nose.

Something rung inside his head. It was time to go. He still had his clothes on, but he was back in the end room. He didn't know what happened. He started to think... Maybe he should look at all of the doorways before he goes into another one. He remembered the last time he went into a room without being sure. He shuddered and the vision left him. He had made up his mind, he would run down the hallway before he got hurt again. He looked through the doorway, and saw the same hallway, but this time it was a little more dim.. Or was it? If there was a change, it was so miniscule it was almost innoticeable. He ignored it and got ready to run. His muscles were soar, as if he'd been sleeping for a long time. He bent down and got ready to run, but he noticed something; he didn't see any blood stain where he had fallen down, shouldn't there be a bloodstain? Or had someone been there and cleaned it up? It didn't matter, he had to run. He counted down in his head.. 3.. He wondered if he could actually make it all the way? 2.. was there really an end? 1.. It didn't matter, he cleared his mind. The moment hit, and he kicked off and started running as though something were behind him. He watched as the doors started flying past him, and he tried to see any difference in them. Then he saw it.. one of the doors didn't have any white light ahead. He ran faster. It seemed so far away. A little bit further.. It seemed only feet away whe he saw it. It seemed like a liquid flowing shadow coming from the doorway. It looked ominous, and he was unsure. Then he thought about one of the rooms with the white light that he had been to. If black was opposite of white, shouldn't this be better than the white room? He started to feel pressure on his head, and he knew he didn't have that much time left. He closed his eyes and stepped through.

Something rung inside his head. It was time to go. He couldn't remember what had happened inside the black room, but he didn't feel any worse. He held his head in one hand and propped himself up on the other. he ran his fingers through his hair, and looked up at the hallway, exhausted. What he saw made him want to scream and groan at the same time. All the doorways had lost their white light, and the shadows now emanated from each doorway, emitting a low, ominous hum ceaselessly. He didn't know if this was good or not, but at least it was different. He stepped into the hallway, and turned around to see if the doorway to his room was still empty. His jaw went slightly slack when he saw that the room was gone, replaced by an endless hallway around him. Toward the end of the hallway, a bleak, shadowy figure was coming closer, weaving in and out of the doorways. The ambient lighting that was lighting the hallway seemed to dim as the figure came closer. He looked around in hope to see something unique; a clue to tell him what to do. He didn't like the look of the figure that was getting close, and he started to panic, running away from it. As he ran, the shadows coming from the doorways started to stretch out at him like vines, and one of them touched his shoulder. It went limp, and he fell to the ground. He kicked at the floor to get away from the shadows. The shadow receded, and he got his feeling back in his arm. He stood up, now more cautious to the shadows, and turned to look for the figure. It seemed to have gone somewhere else. He relaxed a little, and turned around. He heard it before he saw it, a huge black blob floated in front of him, with what seemed like a hundred tentacles. He screamed and it recoiled a bit. He turned to run, but he tripped, falling to the ground. It seemed curious, almost, like it wanted to know more about him. He looked at it in terror, not able to move or speak. Then suddenly, one of the tenticles whipped at him, and pierced him in the chest. He slid acrost the cement floor from the impact and hit the wall. The tenticle withdrew and he looked at his chest where the hole was made. His flesh was curling away from his body as though it were burning. His newly opened flesh started to run blood from it. then it started to bubble up, and as the skin got thinner and thinner, he could feel the pressure of his organs on his chest cavity. He could see his ribs now, and they were wasting away quickly. He could see the marrow in some spots. He watched as his bare chest muscle twitched involuntarily, and he saw more of his flesh peling backward; it was now down to his stomach, and his nerves screamed in agony. He felt the skin under his neck crackle, and his jugular vain was exposed. For a second it remained intact, and he could feel his erratic hearbeat before the vein's walls became too thin, and it burst, jerking his head up and to the right. With his head up, he saw something he really didn't want to see: His stomach and intestines burst out of his body. He felt like the pressure was relieved and he started to feel cold.

Something rung inside his head. It was time to go.