Finding the Master of Torture

Date: 2/3/2021

I was staying a cabin, my family in a separate cabin next to mine, in a place that looked to be more out of a video game than real life. It felt like something out of Fallout minus the radiation and monsters. I had a pet rat with me, I say pet but I think I’d caught it wild and domesticated him. He was small and grey and friendly. I kept him in my room in a cage when I went out to see my family. One night I returned to my cabin only to find it ransacked and splattered with blood. The rat was missing. The cage was in tatters and also smeared in blood. I tried to follow the trail of blood into another nearby cabin, only this one was nearly a mansion, despite still being made of logs and very weathered. I found a rat waiting by the entrance and at first I thought it was my buddy. I kneeled down to see him and found that despite moving around, he wasn’t breathing. There was a sort of hissing coming from its mouth. Not aggressive, more like air escaping a pierced tire. I felt nauseous and quickly moved on to the house. Inside was something straight from a horror movie. The walls were covered in macabre paintings, blood was smeared everywhere. The lighting was colorful but unsettling. Everything was cast in purple, pink, and red. It reminded me of a funhouse to a degree, just very disorienting. I opened a door and at first it seemed nothing was there. I turned to leave when I heard a guttural growl, it definitely didn’t sound human. When I turned back I saw a man, wearing mostly just torn leather, and a mask that had a small cage in front of the mouth, where my rat resided. He wielded a bloody hatchet. He didn’t speak and just screeched, coming towards me. I slammed the door, unable to run away, and just held my body against the door, expecting him to busy through. Instead, I heard whispering. From what I could hear there were two people in the room, discussing how they were in search of their boss, a demon of sorts that was basically the master of tortue in Hell. Suddenly I was in another room with someone I didn’t know. They were captive. He was a man, maybe 28 or 29. He had long brown hair that obscured most of his face from me and he was chained to the wall. He begged me to help him. I searched the room and found keys and set him free. We both made it out of the house and back to my cabin. I went to find my parents, leaving the stranger in my cabin, alone. I knocked but nobody answered. Feeling uneasy, I opened the door and the room looked similar to mine. Everything was destroyed and there was blood everywhere. I found a chunk of hair still attached to the scalp and realized it was my mother’s. Horrified and sick, I ran, sobbing, back to my cabin where the man resided. He comforted me while I cried and we agreed to go back to the house and find the murderers and kill them. When we reentered the house the murderers were waiting. There was the man from before, and another wearing the remnants of a clown costume. They said nothing and only stood there. Before I could do anything, suddenly the stranger was attacking, managing to snatch away the hatchet and behead them both, spraying us both in blood. I collapsed to my knees and cried. Then, suddenly, it was day time and I was in an overgrown field of grass. There were more figures there all speaking to the stranger, patting him on the back and cheering that they’d found their master. A few leered and taunted me from a far.