The corridor stretched as far as I could see. It was difficult to tell if there was an end to it. Glued to the floor, I stared blankly. There were no doors, just walls on either side. 

I had two options, as the high priestess  said from the break at dawn. I could ring the doorbell behind me and return home . I would forget everything here; or, I could chase the endless for answers that brought me on this path.

Unlike before, my confidence was flickering. I can't tell with certainty that I would survive this corridor. Without doors, there would be no gateway to return home. There might be no returning once I stepped an inch away.

I gauge the lights above. They were steady, just like the ones I had seen on the previous corridors. But they all went all eventually. And it all began with a step.

I willed my body to move. I tried. 

"How long do I have?" I went rhetorical. I wasn't sure if it was all worth it. You know, finding answers on what really happened the night my family met their end hasn't been easy. Most especially when everyone blames me for their death. Why was I the sole survivor?

Waking up in a pool of blood, a night after I eavesdropped on my parents expressing their fears on what would become of me after my return from camping had driven me nuts. They never approved of anything I did. Although our relationship was strained, I wouldn't wish them death even in my dreams.

Relatives didn't spare their blames for later. They came at me like an avalanche, hauling unspeakable accusations at me.

Here I am before the last corridor. Where my answers lie, and I can't even reach out to it. I was afraid. What if I am truly responsible for their death? What if I killed my family that night?

I heard a buzz, and followed the direction to one  of the light bulbs. The light flickered,  like a fuzzy guide growing impatient on me. If something  could live here, it meant there was a door after all. 

I took one step after another until darkness flooded my sight. Few moments later in the dark, I could make out the sound of footsteps falling in sync with mine. It was heavier. 

One step more and I held my leg suspended. It fell with a thud similar to mine. I turned sharply and light flooded my eyes.

"Mom!...Dad?!

What's happening?"

"Tell you what happened, you've been screaming nonstop for over thirty minutes." My dad barked, visibly irritated. I was dazed. I saw their dead bodies. They were buried before my eyes.

" What are you doing here?" I summoned enough courage to ask.

" Show some gratitude, child." I heard someone say. The voice was too familiar to miss. “ It isn't your parent's fault that you got accompanied home from  your supposed camping by an arch demon.”

I looked straight into her eyes and turned to my parents, “ when did I get back?”

"Yesterday," my mother said amidst sobs," and since then you haven't been yourself. I'm worried of what would become of you."

It rang in my ears like a deafening thunder. It was tonight. Their death was tonight. I had seen the future but now I know there was someone else in the house the night they died. 

I wasn't the sole survivor.