"He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell."

Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts.

"The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him..."

Scott felt a cold sensation ran through his spine; it was swift that he almost cringed and fall down the chair.

His heart started drumming against his chest, loud enough to overpower his senses to escape. He swilled when a black liquid dropped against the aged page; slowly, words emerged.

"The creature tore his body into pieces."
Black liquid dropped one after another; finally, Scott dared to slowly tilt his head up instead of escaping only to meet the face of a hideous woman crawling against the ceiling.

Her greasy hair hangs down, almost touching Scott's face. Although it was dark, he could clearly see its hollow, rotting eyes and opened mouth to where the black liquid is dropping from.

It was a matter of split second when Scott flinched before the woman could wrap her hair around his neck.

He was just thankful that his mind synchronized with his movements and he was able to pull himself up, and ran towards the stairs which probably leads to the hall.

This time, he didn't dare to look back. Whether the woman is following him or not, he thought he could no longer handle the horrifying scene to whether she's crawling on the ceiling or on the floor with her bent body; he could only care less.

Scott halted the moment he reached the last tread. He was so sure he was heading upstairs, but the sight of the book and the lamp laying peacefully on top of the table to where he left them turned his gut upside-down. He scrubbed a hand against his face.

"What the fuck," he groaned. Be there nothing else he could think of, he ran upstairs again, and again, and again, and again, yet still ended up in the basement.

Eventually, he paused in the middle of the stairs, panting. It's not getting him somewhere and his energy is about to wear off.

It'll be over for him if he passes out. The moment his breathing went steady, he stood straight to think of a plan.

"This should determine the problem," Scott thought to himself, pulling his engagement ring off his finger, and dropped it down the stairs.

He watched it bounce multiple times and roll down the floor. The moment it disappeared in sight, the bouncing noises can now be heard from upstairs and towards him.

He squatted to catch the ring before it rolled pass him.

"Fucking time loop," he could only laugh in frustration and slowly walked back down, slipping the ring into his finger, and stopped in front of the table.

Now, he's in total panic. There's no other way out and he's certain if there is, it will be another one-hell of an adventure.

If there is something he'd be pleased about, it's the fact that the grotesque woman is nowhere to be found.

Scott stopped. He needs to get his head straight to think straight. His eyes unconsciously scanned the place once again.

Ideas started running across his mind to whether what kind of loop he's at this time. He experienced the same thing a while ago; this one's just different.

"Perhaps, a time loop?" His eyes landed back at the book.

Although he's terrified to know what could have been written in there already, he had no choice, but to do so, and he did which somehow confirmed his theory.

"The man ran upstairs again and again, and again, and again, yet still ended up in the basement..."

"The man ran upstairs again and again, and again, and again, yet still ended up in the basement..."

"The man ran upstairs again and again, and again, and again, yet still ended up in the basement..."

The same line has been written again and again.

Scott has never been one to enjoy cracking codes; thus, the situation he's in will put his wits and desperation to the test.

Time loop is a paradox of time travel; he knows for a fact that if he dies there, everything's done for. Easier said than done, but that's the only way he sees to escape.

"One interesting thing about time loops though," he placed a hand on top of the page and ripped it off. "Is it breaks when the order kept changing."