Level 7

I'm scared of oceans.

I'm scared of water.

Why this place? Why not anywhere else?

Silly questions that I should know the answers to. I ventured too far, now here I am. This endless ocean of death and despair. Nothing lives here. It is only me. But... That's hopeful thinking.

There is a thing out there. Lurking somewhere. Lying in wait for me to drop my guard. I can't give up. I need to get out, but how?

I'm stuck in this sunken room filled with bookcases, boxes, and flower pots. Maybe the thing will spare me, just maybe.

I'm scared.

I'm scared...