The glowing egg of many

The sound of stone sliding over stone stops as the doors are now open.
In the middle dark room lit by a giant white egg shaped you can the tentrils spread like small veins through the edge, but cant see past the foggy light. light sit on on top of what seem to be darkened red tendrils
Its light reaches the ceiling, but not the walls.
The light pulses through the red tendrils which cover the entire floor, revealing that the room is square as the tendrils creep their way up the wall.
The sound of a single heartbeat echos deeply through the room.
As you step onto the tentrils, you feel them give, you feel something is being pushed through them. as the light pulses through it up your foot but fades past your ankle, a familiar feeling continues up your legs.
Fear.
As you get closer you hear the sound of someone slamming their hand onto glass with a deep thunking sound as a small handprint apears on the egg.
"Hello, don't go"
"A friend?", "Look we made a friend"
"Come play with us friend"
"yes, join us"
Many small voices echo through the room, through the tendrils up your feet and handprint after handprint apears on the egg. As you look closer, you see they are on the inside of the egg.
Your movement has frozen and you deeply consider just leaving.
You hear, you feel a loud click and your legs almost give way as behind you something starts to grind loudly, the stone doors are moving.
"Stay, with us, play"
The door is slowly closing and you turn to run, you do not want to be locked in here with the egg.
As you run, you feel a hand on your arm. You look to see a small black handprint has apeared and its weakly tugging on you 
"No"
"No"
"staay"
"plaay"
"come"
You feel more and more hands grabbing and pulling on you. You step lively pulling them along and step through the door.
As you make it through the door and look behind you, it is pitch black the egg is gone and dozens of eyes of varying colors and sizes stare at you in the pitch black "come play again."
The grinding stops with a loud thud as the stone doors close. And you are left covered in tiny black handprints.

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Story written for spooktober (dark) 2021.