The shadowy drops dripped slowly down from the cracks in the ceiling forming a puddle beneath as dark and mysterious as the drops themselves. I wasn’t sure what was happening in front of me or why I had come to such a place. I stood by myself in an old, abandoned parking complex that not a soul had entered in years. From my home, it would have normally taken at least an hour to walk to such a place but I felt as though I had walked here in only 10 minutes. In front of me was the strange puddle that was filled with a strange liquid that had been dripping from the ceiling above. The puddle was dark like an abyss but still shiny, almost like an oil of some kind. It almost felt as if the longer I watched the liquid drip into the puddle, the more it had begun watching me in turn. It was hard to tell with its murky colour but it almost looked like it was moving on its own to catch each of the drips dropping into it. I began to step closer to the puddle and strange liquid. It was as if it was beckoning me to come closer and I felt my curiosity begin to grow. I didn’t dare touch the liquid still fearing what it was but I stepped near the edge of the puddle and looked directly down into it. I saw the reflection of the area around me, the cement walls that surrounded the asphalt flooring of the building. Despite the structure being present in the liquids reflection, there was something that shook me, I was absent within the liquids view. I wasn’t sure why this was, it was confusing and caused some panic to flow through me. I continued staring into the puddle despite this though trying to find an answer to this phenomenon. Suddenly, I felt a sense of distress overtake me as well as a thought that seemed to come into mind from out of nowhere. “My image should be there, why does everything else belong in the liquid but not me?” I wasn’t sure why this thought crossed my mind but I had trouble erasing it or putting it at ease. It felt as though each time I tried to dismiss it the voice in my head got louder, repeating the phrase. Finally, I had to give in and seriously consider the question. If it was alive then was it ignoring me on purpose? Was it trying to tempt me to come even closer or perhaps it disliked me because I feared it? I had to put my mind at ease, I had to know how it felt even if it wasn’t truly alive. I reached out my hand as envy began to consume me. It was an envy for the wall, the ceiling, and even the asphalt road who held the liquid so firmly in its grasp. I felt a desire to know what it felt like as well. So, I reached out and let one of the drops fall into my hand. There was a moment of shock initially as the liquid began to settle within my hand. I felt both pain and ecstasy at once, it was as if I was both holding onto heaven and hell as the liquid quickly changed between hot and cold. I wasn’t sure what this sensation was on my skin but something seemed to change inside of me as the liquid seemed to pass through my skin. Soon my hand was empty and I felt a burning desire in my heart. I stepped closer to the puddle, closer and closer, until I was standing at its very edge. I raised one foot up and slowly began stepping into the puddle. I felt it sink down as the feeling of the liquid consumed my foot, and then my leg, and then all at once I fell in completely submerging my body. At first, I felt lost as the feeling of it completely seemed to take over. I felt everything fade away from me as all my senses went numb. All I could feel now was the shadowy liquid as it pulled me apart and let me dissolve within.

Wow. That was amazing and weird. My kind of story.

Creepy but very adventurous. 10/10!