an Absouletley realistic story?

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              The wind knocks the windows of the moonlit hallways with the bloodstains of warriors on the walls. However there are no bodies. Nowhere at all, I woke up from my slumber merely seconds ago to find myself in this strange place with nothing on myself but a notebook of which I have taken the liberty to document my experiences in this strange place. I do not remember who I am, or how I got here, but as I wake from my slumber, I realized that there was dust settling on my body, and my cloths, hands, and joints were all stiff. I must have been sleeping for months. Yet it is all so strange to me, I can barely remember my name, the blood stains on the walls had long dried. I begin to stand as the dust removes itself from my body and my joints become oiled. I trip on my own two legs and fall face first into a puddle of dried blood.

                As I lift my face from the dried stench of liquid I realize that the blood has mimicked a picture of my face. Something is wrong I thought in my head, as I got a hold of my bearings I noticed something quite disturbing, the blood stained puddle of which mimicked my face began to move, it didn’t move from its position on the ground but instead moved the print in which my face was made. The lines that made of my cheeks had turned into something awful, a terrible scene in which a battle appeared to occur; the lines the once made of my face had turned into the most horrid war scene known to my very eyes. Words cannot describe my pain when I saw it. The bloodstained puddle made the most deadly war or terrorist attack seem like rose peddles and flowers.  Demons were everywhere sketched into the demonic blood. I eventually grabbed the courage to continue walking. My mind has overflown with questions. “I don’t even know what my mother called me, wait a minute, I don’t even know who is my mother, nor my father.” I looked at the walls of which confined me, and began to walk down the hallway desperately searching for a way out. At the end of the long hallway was a door, it had a wooden knob and as soon as my legs which was still stumbling allowed me to reach it, I pushed it open.

                    I immediately was greeted by a blast of heat. A fireplace was burning charcoal in a corner. There were music playing, candles lit. Actual people were dancing in circles. They all stopped and welcome me to my surprise. But there was an uneasy feeling of the place. The smell of blood was in the air. I walked over to the bartender who asks me what I like to drink. “Anything” I replied. “I am famished to the bone.” As saw the bartender get a cup from a drawer and a knife. He then took the knife and raised it high above his head and in my horror struck the knife across is index finger, but there was no blood, no blood at all. He put the finger in the cup then took the knife again. He drove the knife through his neck, this time blood actually did come out. I look with disgust as the blood gushed out from his neck and he put the cup underneath his wound. Everyone looked at us and began laughing, laughing, and more laughing until eventually a Wisk of wind blew in through an open window. The people who were once laughing became dissolved in the wind.  The candles went out and the heat became cold once more.  It was if no one had ever even stepped a foot into the room. I was the only one left, the only actually proof that anyone was here was the same exact cup of which the bar tender poured for me. A cup of blood with a finger on top, I thought to myself my knees gave way and collapsed on myself. I ended up fainting from what I can remember, I then saw a vision.  “Hello archer” a voice mumbled inside my head. I was in a somewhat dreamy world as my mind was only one quarter awake and my soul enraged.  “Who are you?” I replied “I am you, your past and future, I am here to guide you through this demons fortress, I am your only way out and I am you.” I did not understand this voice but I coped with my suspicions. “Archer” I said “that is my name isn’t it?” “Yes your name is Archer I can see that your memory has been shattered upon this fortress of Satan, look to towards the path of the blood red moon Archer, all will be answered in time, but for now follow the blood path but don’t go astray from where it leads you.” As soon as the mystical voice had finished his last saying, I immediately awoke, however this time my joints were not stiff, and there was no dust settling on my forehead. However, it appeared that it was raining outside. For a minute I thought about what the mystical voice meant, but then the rain that was battering at the windows of the god forsaken mansion had joined together with a lightning volt that could have been struck by Zeus. But this volt was strange as it hit the side of mountain, the color of the volt wasn’t white like electricity glowing through the bulb of a lantern but instead the color of blood red like the lunar side of the moon when it decides to cry its tears of sadness because it’s light is merely a reflection of the sun. As soon as the volt had struck a difference in the rain had appeared as well. The rain had turned red, like the lightning, the light which had reflected from the bolts from the sky shined in the windows of the hallway, my mind watched in wonder and horror as I noticed that every time the lightning’s blood red light would reflect through the window, a path of blood would be revealed on the floor. This frightened me but then I remember the words of the voice that had inspired me. “Follow the blood trail.” I thought to myself, as I walk down the hallway, noticing the blood oozing out of the crimson carpet. I follow the trail until I was half way through the hallway, then I noticed something. There was a door at the end of the hallway in which the blood tail met. As I saw that door a warm feeling inside me gushed out, it looked as if the doors lead to the outside which for me was a symbol of hope. I as began to run to the door I realized that the door knob was beginning to turn, I stop dead in my tracks as I watch the door open with a screech,