A woman was out walking her dog, the orange light from the sunset shining on her face. A pleasant evening. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, an action that would prove a fatal mistake.

One misplaced footstep later, she felt a bizarre vacuum feeling, faster than she could open her eyes. A loud thud was heard. She finally opened her eyes, no dog in sight, and in an unfamiliar place.

The walls were yellow and ever-expansive, the floor was carpeted and moist, and the lights buzzed constantly.

However, the woman was not deterred. As most do, she began to talk to herself to remain calm.
"Hmm… this is interesting."

She then began to walk. The rooms changed their layout and size occasionally, but the omnipresent yellow wallpaper and buzzing lights remained.

"Where am I?" She shouts. "Is this some sort of maze?"

No response but the buzzing of the lights.

"What a strange place… is there a way out?"

Time passes. She begins to feel she's going in circles, even though the logical part of her mind was telling her she wasn't. She began to grow frustrated. The buzzing of the lights began to annoy her.

What felt like hours passed.

"This is hopeless. I miss Benny." She remembered her dog, which hadn't come here with her. Was he by himself right now, standing confused on the sidewalk? Was he somewhere else in this place?

She shoved the thoughts away; thinking about her dog would only worsen the mood, which she was trying so hard to keep neutral.

The lights flickered for a brief moment, which caused chills to run down her back.
"What! What was that?!" She shouted in fear, but received to response.

She continued to walk, her guard up much more now.

She began to get the feeling that she isn't alone here in this maze.

And yet, nothing showed up. She continued to peek carefully around corners before turning them and looking behind her every few seconds, the eerie feeling that someone or something else was here being ever-present.

"What an awful place…" She whispered to herself.

She then heard something that made her skin crawl and eyes go wide. In the distance, a horrible mixture of a human scream and loud radio static, sparking a special, unique kind of fear that this woman has never felt before.

The sound echoed throughout the halls, but it was clear to her that it came from nearby.

Quiet shuffling came from around the corner behind her, the one she had just passed. She froze, far too terrified to investigate, every hair on her body standing on end. A few shaky breaths. A blink.

Then the thing came around the corner. In front of her is something she never even could've attempted to imagine- a horrible amalgamation of black wires and cables held together by a black goo, formed into a vaguely humanoid frame with a broken camera for a head.

The thing, upon seeing the woman, let out another of the horrible screech she had heard moments ago- and then ran at her.

Survival instincts kicked in, and she began to run for her life, her heels making it difficult, so she kicked them off. Her once-fashionable, now a burden dress tore at the strain of her moving so fast, making a large rip in the side. Her coat, which had been on her shoulders and nothing else, fell off and seemed to trip up the creature temporarily.

Now shoeless, jacketless, and terrified, she continued to sprint away from the thing, ignoring her lack of stamina and pressing forward. The thing let loose more screams, some sounding like cries for help- but something told her that this thing was only mimicking what it had heard.

The disturbing screeches made her begin to cry, a few tears running down her face as she continued to run. A door was in front of her, which she tried, but it was so tightly closed it was almost like it had been glued.

More running, more stress, more terror.

She came across a square hole in the ground, not out of place for this maze, but odd nonetheless. She had gained considerable distance on the creature and leaned against a wall, gasping for breath. She then, without hesitation, leaps toward the hole, falling in.

Everything goes black. She felt a similar vacuum feeling to when she first arrived in this horrible place, and fell onto something different- concrete.

She sat up and looked around, brushing her messy and tangled hair from her face.

She appeared to be in a parking garage, only it was completely devoid of cars. She grinned, her face full of relief. She began to laugh.
"I… I made it! Oh my God, I'm alive!"

The euphoric feeling wore off after about a minute, when she finally realized how uncanny this place felt. The complete lack of cars despite it being a large commercial use parking lot was… odd, to say the least.

Scattered on the floor were small puddles of water. These reminded her that she hadn't drunk any water for what felt like a day now, but she still wasn't thirsty.

She then noticed the most odd thing about this place- several evenly spaced dicots in the wall, which each had a fluorescent white light above them, making each one well lit.

She stood up, still shaky from the chase, and approached one of the nearest divots. She stood inside one of them and studied the walls.

Then, almost comically timed, the lights went out. The parking lot became pitch black. However, in that pitch black, she saw what appeared to be smiles- so many smiles. Their mouths, wide and grinning, were filled with teeth. But their eyes were nothing more than white dots.

The lights came back on and the garage returned to normal. She got the sudden and intense feeling that something was very, very  wrong here. The feeling that these lit up divots could very well mean life or death.

The lights flickered off again, and the smiles appeared as well. But they weren't moving- they were avoiding the light.

The lights turned back on.

The woman, horrified, stared at the wall across the parking lot, unblinking. The things she had seen in the span of what seemed to be a day had been more than she could take, and the lack of an exit in this bizarre parking garage didn't help either.

And so she stayed in the divot, mumbling to herself to maintain her mental state, but unfortunately this wasn't working nearly as well as before. Her feet were cold against the pavement and she was exhausted, mentally and physically.

What felt like hours passed, but it could very well have been just minutes. The cycle of the lights flickering continued. The woman began muttering a few prayers to keep herself sane.

More hours passed.

And more.

The smiles, growing impatient, began to move closer with each flicker. She shut her eyes as tightly as possible, trying to block them out. The image of the smiles, which was burned into her memory, still haunted her with her eyes closed.

She then began to sob.
"Why am I here?" A sob. "Why can't I leave?" A wail. "I don't want to do this anymore… please… I just want to go home and see my Benny again…" She curled into a ball.

The lights flickered again, and the smiles were even closer. And another flicker, and another, and another, until they were just outside the divot she was in.

She continued to cry, a nervous smile on her face. Her thoughts spun in circles, always coming back to the horrible smiles. She started to wonder if she had died and gone to hell.

Her sense of time had almost completely disappeared by now, and she could no longer tell if she had been here for days, weeks, months, or even years.

"I… I can't do this anymore. I can't. I just can't." Her voice cracked as she spoke to herself.

One final gut-punch to her already horrid situation- the light in the divot flickered. Only briefly, but it flickered. She didn't have much longer.

"Oh no, no no no no… Oh God… Please… No…"  She stared in horror at the smiles. She blinked. They moved closer. She blinked again. They moved even closer.

Then the light went out, and she was left in complete and utter darkness.

She had a brief moment of thought before the smiles leapt upon her and devoured her, leaving nothing behind.