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📅 Published on May 27, 2019

"Escape the Ayuwoki"

Written by The Dead Canary / Chilling Tales for Dark Nights

Estimated reading time — 7 minutes

I wake up in a strange house.  I don’t know how I got here, but I know I need to leave.

The place is dilapidated, and dark, a place nobody has lived in for years…at least, nobody I want to meet.  I have woken up here with little else, but I have a flashlight.  It clicks on.

The room I am in is small, but I can see a hallway beyond.  There is more scattered junk and disheveled furniture outside.

There is also sound.  Something is skittering around the place, something that occasionally lets out a horrible noise.  It isn’t a screech – not exactly – but it chills me.

I hear it coming my way.

Without a second thought, I am back in the room I was just in, hidden under the table, the flashlight is off.  Just in time.  From the hallway something comes and sits in the doorway, staring at the table, hissing and making strange noises.  It moves with blinding speed, its raggedy head bobbing up and down, waiting for me to reveal myself.

I stay right where I am, watching it in abject terror.  I know it wants to find me, but I don’t know what it will do when it does.  Its eyes glow in the darkness.

I think it gives up, at long last.  It goes out the door and into the hall, wandering back and forth.  I doubt I could outrun it, but I don’t dare move anyway.  I don’t want it to see me.  I don’t want to see it up close.

It finally leaves the hall.  I don’t know where it goes, but it is clearly not close.  Its sounds echo through the house.  I wonder how large this place is, for it to move so quickly but to be far enough away that I can leave my spot.

The hallway has furniture on one end, but the other way leads to a wraparound balcony, looking down over a vast foyer.  I hear it down there, scrabbling around, looking for me.  But across the foyer I see a door.  A front door.

That must be the way out.  It has to be.  But it, whatever it is, is between me and freedom.

I see it again.  It runs up and down the staircase, across the way from me.  I am behind a chair, watching, making sure it doesn’t come close.

I move a little too quickly getting into place.  It stops running and seems to be listening.

It begins to crawl closer.  I move to a table and wait.  It passes by, but for a moment it stops, looking at me, knowing I’m there but not able to find me.

I think it responds to sound, even from a distance.  I wait for it to turn away.  The mug flies through the air, and then the creature goes running, hoping to catch what it thinks is me.

Down the stairs, the door is locked.  After all this, I can’t get the door open.  Never mind that doors shouldn’t be locked on the inside.

But then, there, behind me…on a shelf, there is a key.  A bright, golden key, so out of place in this ruined mansion.

The skittering is getting closer.  I hear the noises coming back.  With the key in hand, the door opens.

Freedom.  I’m free.  Now to see what awaits me through the door.

I hope to see some sunlight, a path away from this place…but there is only darkness.  It’s a darkness so deep that I cannot even see the mansion behind me.  I feel like I am floating in air.

This isn’t right.  Nothing feels right about this.

I don’t know how long I am in the darkness, unable to see.  I don’t even know if I’m moving.

* * * * * *

I wake up in a strange house.  I have a flashlight, and something is in here with me.

No… no, it can’t be.  I was out of here.  I escaped.  How can I be right back where I was?

The flashlight clicks on, out in the hallway there is no sign of the thing, only its horrible noises in the distance.

The door behind me shuts with a loud clunk.  I hold my breath.  Why did the door make so much noise?  And why did I shut it?  I might need to go back in there to…

It’s here.  I see it, at the end of the hallway.  It stops, and I know that it can see me.

There is nowhere to hide.  I am out in the open.  I try to see if there is something to defend myself from…

And then it’s on me.  It jumps right in my face, with its staring, bulging eyes, its ragged hair, its sharp teeth.

It attacks me, over and over again.  I feel myself fading as the hideous thing tears into me.

* * * * * *

I am in darkness again, and first I wonder if I am dreaming, but then I remember the attack.  Maybe I’ve gone on to something better.

I again have no point of reference, so I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel myself on the ground.  I wonder how I survived and refocus on how to escape from here.

I gasp as I get up.  I’m in the room again, in this strange house.  I’m not dead, but I’m back to where I started.

I want to hide, to wait and see where it is going to come from, to try and get past it again.  That front door must be the key to the whole thing.  I have to escape.

Why am I running?  I shouldn’t be. It’s too loud; it will catch me.

I am on the balcony when it spins me around to face it once more.  It screams in my face, and then attacks me with its teeth once more.

* * * * * *

The darkness comes and goes, and I’m back in the room, with a working flashlight my only companion.

Why do I keep coming back here?  How am I alive?  I shouldn’t be, not the way it attacked me.  But I can’t deny what I am looking at.

I need to check my wounds, see what I can see.

I try to look down, and I find my view snapping back to in front of me.  I cannot even try to look down.

The flashlight comes on.  I realize I did not activate it myself.  I don’t want the thing to find me.

I run down the hallway again, though I am not interested in running.  This time, it is not in front of me, but I can hear it coming.

I cannot stop running.  But there, in front of me, is the key, sitting on an end table on the second floor.  I move to it, and I take it.  I keep running, the chase continuing to grow closer and closer.

I run down the stairs and head for the locked front door, and open it again.  I step through, hoping this time I find the freedom I seek.

But there is only darkness, a timeless, endless darkness.

* * * * * *

It happens over and over again.  I wake in that room, and I must escape.  But I never do.  Sometimes it finds me, and rips me apart.  Sometimes, I get to the door and get out.  But the cycle is always the same.

I know now things, though.  I have learned them through my endless attempts to leave.

The first is the realization that all the running, all the hiding, the flashlight…I am not in control.  It is as though somebody is forcing me to do all of this, even against my desires.  If this person wants me to run, I will run.  If the flashlight is going to go on or off, that is not up to me, but only when this person (or people) does it for me.

But I have my moments.  One time I fought the inability to look down, even though something was forcing my head back up.  I wanted to see how hurt I was.

But there was nothing below me.  I had no arms, no legs, no anything.  The flashlight didn’t exist, either, except as a beam of light coming from me.

I have no body to call my own.  I’m just a thought, trapped in this house.

Maybe.  Because the times of darkness between escape attempts have allowed me to reach out.  I can now send a message, written out like this.

I hope you are the one who is controlling me.  I need you to understand, to know, what it is you are doing.

I have no hope.  My victories are all hollow.  For you, you may be escaping, accomplishing a goal, but for me, it is just more nothing.

In my failures, I am ripped apart by a hideous beast who stares directly into my soul as it screams in delight.  But I come back, despite such a thing being impossible.

I come to you, then, with a plea.

Don’t make me escape anymore.  Don’t make me meet this creature anymore.  I want to be at peace.  You have the power to stop this.  I have died many times, many more than I have escaped, but I cannot leave.

Please, stop playing as me.  This could be a game to you, but it is not to me.  I don’t know why I am here, but I cannot go on.

Help me.  Help me, please.

I don’t know how to do it, but please, destroy me.  Let me go back into that darkness and never come back.

Please.  I beg you.

But no.  You’re starting it up again.  Putting me back in that house, to see if you can avoid the monster without paying any real consequences.

Please.

This creature has killed me more times than I can remember.  It can hear me from all the way across the house.

It is so perceptive, so impossibly perceptive. It hears me, always, without fail.

If only you could, too.


Credit: The Dead Canary (Chilling Tales for Dark NightsYouTubeReddit)
If you wish to narrate the story please contact Chilling Tales for Dark Nights for permission by clicking here.

Story artwork by the talented Jack O. Lincoln a.k.a. Norvadier is featured and adapted with their kind permission. Click here to see more of their work on DeviantArt. You can also follow them on Twitter, YouTube, or RedBubble.

This story is based on the first-person horror survival game of the same name, as created by Deadlycrow Games of Santiago, Chile, and its lead developer, Felipe Ignacio Mendez.  Click here to download it for Steam today.

More about the “Escape the Ayuwoki” horror game:

The game is simple. You have to escape a mansion by finding a red key to open the main gate. In order to find it, you will have to complete different tasks and puzzles. Also, be aware of the “Ayuwoki.” He can hear you (literally). To avoid him, you can hide in “hide spots” that are located in the furniture, behind objects, or under the tables. Just keep an eye on the lower-right corner icon for an eye with a crossed line, which means you are hidden. 

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