An Echo of a Hall

Moofis wakes up lying on the hard concrete ground of a pitch dark cellar. He starts to panic, wanting to know where he is. But he can't see anything. He gets up and looks around the dark room. He cannot make out any sort of light whatsoever. He listens carefully; the gentle sound of rain can be heard from above. It's soothing. Then, all of a sudden, a bright square of light appears in front of him, along with a loud metallic screeching sound that reverberates off of the now visible walls. The walls are made of some kind of mossy stone, and appear to be chipping.
The room is full of wooden barrels, along with a few tools hanging off of the walls here and there. Moofis carefully makes his way to the doorway and enters the warmly lit hallway. He looks on the other side of the door, expecting someone to be behind it, but nobody is there. Just the cold, stone wall.
Moofis slowly walks down the hall. There are doors on each side, all labeled with a different number. Out of curiosity, Moofis knocks on the door labeled 302. He waits there patiently for a response. Nothing. The sound of rain can still be heard from above the ceiling. Moofis then goes for another door, this time labeled 408. Again, nothing. He tries the doorknob, but it is locked. Moofis looks down the long hallway, only to notice a door at the end. Maybe this was his chance to be free from this horrible place.
Moofis runs down the hall to the door. He can hear the sounds of traffic coming from the other side. 
He feels a rush of excitement through his body and grabs the doorknob. He slowly opens the door, only to find himself back where he started, in the darkness of the cold and gloomy cellar. He must start all over again, forever.
Category:Weird
Category:Micropasta