My friend Grace gave me these two words to go off of, and it sparked this little bit.
Sand poured out from the escalator as I climbed steadily. I was climbing with such anxiety. The room was filling up.
where in the hell am I??
The oxygen was leaving the shrinking space quickly, and I adjusted my pace accordingly. Sand was pouring uncontrollably through the cieling behind me. There were muffled screams, children crying, mothers weeping, all kinds of mayhem.
I was nearly at the top of the escalator now. Just... a few more... steps...
My head met the ground with an unfriendly thud.
I tripped, and my shoelace was caught helplessly between the steps of the unpowered escalator. I just had to wear my extra-long-lace converses today, didn't I?
Frantically, I began untying the shoe. Damn... laces... too tight...
I heard a large, unfriendly noise crack through the room I'd just ascended from. More sand.
I gave up the untying business and ripped the shoe clean off my foot.
That's going to hurt like hell tomorrow...
I ran. Hard. Like a child trying to escape the filthy grasp of a corrupt pedophile. I heard more screams and ran faster. The whole damned place was going to collapse soon. If I could just get back to the manhole...
I rounded a sharp corner, and saw sunlight up ahead. The ladder leading up to the manhole was just in sight.
I'm going to make it! Holy shit!
I heard someone up top yelling.
"Where the hell is Mike?! He needs to get his white-ass out of there!!"
I tried to yell back, but was stopped by a sudden weight that came down upon me. The cieling collapsed above me, and I felt little grains of sand pelting me and burying my alive. I convulsed in a fruitless attempt to escape the growing pile of sand, but the monster had me good.
"MIKE! SHIT! MIIIIIKE!"
My comrade's voice faded as sand filled my ears, nose and mouth. I was done for. No good trying to deny it. The beast had finally gotten me. After all these fucking years.
Karma's a bitch, but this thing was a God damned whore.