Snippet #1403602

Matt's head buzzed with an odd feeling. His Mom called it "Bran Shivers". It feels like your brain is rolling around inside your head and you are also being electricuted. It passed after what seemed like an hour, but was probably just a few minutes.
He looked around the room slowly. He couldn't recgonize anything here. A shot of fear pushed through him. He instantly started to tremble.He reached in his pocket and felt his Black Orb there. He still had some!
Thank God, He'd say.
After taking it, He relaxed. It helped him in any and every part of my life. He looked around again. Stone walls and floor. It closly resembled a dungeon you'd see in a fantasy movie.
He stood up, feeling much more confident because of the Blck Orb.
He had to hold himself back from laughing at this weird dream. He decided to look around, but the room was pitch-black.
He walked slowly. The last thing He wanted to do was fall and lose his remaining Black Orb in the dark. Suddenly, He felt a shake. At first He assumed it was in his head. That is until the room moved so much that he fell down. He landed on something hard. He couldn't see what it was.
He wondered if that was an earthquake, but even more than that...
Acting on the thought, He pushed my hand into his pocket. The Black Orb was still in there.
"Hallelujah..." he said aloud. He didn't have much left, which meant he had to find my way out of here fast.

He climbed to his feet slowly. He was trying to find his way out of the room. It seemed to be darker since the shake. He stuck one hand out in front of him, which made his stomach turn inside out. He started to realize he was probably dead. Was this Hell? Did that really exist?
Something caught his foot, making him fall forward. He landed hard on his stomach. He felt something under him, the ground wasn't level.
He trapped over stairs! He climbed them on his hands and kness. They weren't very high. He reached the top and extended his hands. He could feel something in front of him. It felt like wood. He blinked several times before he could make out the wooden door in front of him. He couldn't fight that smile if he had to.
There was a grip in on the front of the door. He tightly held it and pulled with all his strength. It wouldn't budge. He cursed under his breath.
He felt a few stabs of panic go through him. Was he seriously locked in a dungeon? He couldn't believe this was reality. No, he refused to believe it. He slammed his fist as hard as he could into the door.