[ WP ] You are walking down the hall of a nursing home from visiting your grandma and notice blood everywhere , corpses hanging from the ceiling , and pieces of human flesh chopped up and you look down and notice that you have a butchers knife covered in blood .

`` Sir, Are you okay?'' a rotting corpse with maggots drooling from the mouth asked. 
 
 I replied as calm as I possibly could. `` Yes.'' 
 That kept her from messing with me the rest of the day. I looked down at my hand and noticed a very large butchers knife covered in blood. 
 
 I had to pass three doors to get to grandma's room. It was hard not freaking out, each room I looked into was crazier than the last. 
 The first door was a room full of gold and beautiful women. I've been through this before, so I ignored their cat calls and tried to remain low profile. 
 The second door was closed, but looked like it had an entire universe painted on it. It started swirling and progressing as I stood there, staring at it. It would zoom in to our galaxy then our star system, then our planet, then our city, then right into the old farts home, I watched a man dance down a hallway then it zoomed back out and I was looking at the entire galaxy again. 
 The third door was wide open and nothing inside. Literally nothing. It was black, dark and completely empty. But the room was still there. I knew the walls were there, I could see them even though it was pitch black and I could n't actually see them, but I knew if I walked forward and put my hand out I would know exactly where they were. This room was also cold, the kind of cold that makes you feel like you'll never be warm again. There was no breeze or sharp pain of being cold, just a lack of heat. I decided to keep moving. 
 
 I reached my Grandma's room. The walls danced around me changing colors every so often. On the window sill there was a tall silver pot, I picked it up and walked towards a giant mouth in the wall. I squeezed the dangly bit at the back and it spit into the pot until it was full. I put the Butchers knife in the pot, it made a dull thumping sound, like if you dropped a drum on the ground or something. There was a couch there somewhere, but I could n't find it. So I sat on the park bench against the wall where the couch normally is. There was a large eye on Grandmas bed. I could n't tell if it was staring at me or through me. It did n't blink, I kinda just sat there staring at it for a while. I do n't know how long, but a giant butterfly told me I was going to have to leave and started moistening the eye with a baseball that leaked water when squeezed. 
 
 I wandered down blood soaked halls littered with bits of flesh and bone until I found my way outside, a large green hippopotamus was sitting where I parked my car when I first got here. I lifted it's front leg and sat just in front of its chest. I closed my eyes for a long time. I looked around only finding a forgotten old bottle of water, the same bottle I drank from when I pulled up. I thought about dumping it out, but decided to save it for later. 
 
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