A Mile in His Shoes
"Good night mom." Jason kissed his mother on her cheek before going to his room and passing out. After what was maybe a few hours he is awoken by a smell, a very unfamiliar smell. A damp, old, musky smell. "The hell is that?" He asked aloud with his eyes still closed. Turning his face up he grunted, rolled over on his stomach and buried his head in his pillow. "Blech." He retched as the smell got stronger. Kicking the covers off he got out of bed, marched towards his door, grabbing the knob, turning and opening. The sight he was greeted with made him wonder if he was still sleeping, he blinked and rubbed his eyes just to make sure. Before him was a long, dimly lit hallway, nothing at all like the apartment he shared with his mother. This hallway had torches every ten feet or so, and it was made completely of stone, and the foul smell seemed to grow with each step he took. He could hear conversation in a language he didn't recognize. Looking down he c