The Tenth Door
Chapter 1
She wakes up, and flutters her eyes. Letting them adjust to the light. The room she woke up in is small and dingy. The floors are caked in blood and dirt, and the light in the middle of the ceiling casts a sickly yellow light. The walls were covered in red green and cream vertically stripped wallpaper that was torn, and was falling off the walls; revealing a white wall, with brown yellowish wallpaper adhesive. Her ankle gives a dull throb as she sits up. Her ankle is cuffed in a rusty iron shackle. The shackle is connected to a thick linked chain that is connected to the middle of the room.
She attempts to stand up, but her legs feel weak and numb. Her long brown hair is put up in a ponytail that falls down to the middle of her back. Her white, short sleeved shirt is now dingy and stained. Her loose fitting flared-out, zipper-pocketed blue jeans are now stained at the knees. Her stomach turns, and she hugs her abdomen. "This really hurts… where am I?" she mutters to herself.
She looks behind herself. There is a dirty window, with boards nailed over it. What light was visible, was that of the sun's. The window was framed with shredded, filthy curtains, of mauve. She gasps, and tries to stand up, but her stomach cramps again, and her knees buckle. Her vision blurs for a moment, and she throws up. The vomit was greenish-yellow, and had cream colored foam. He pants heavily and opens her eyes. She sees to black, and rusty looking keys in the puke. They look almost the same, but one has it's teeth higher up then the other. She hastily picks up the two keys, and shakes off her stomach acid from them.
She tries the key with lower set teeth in her shackle. There was a quick clicking noise, and then the shackle fell open; along with a little slip of paper that was inside of the shackle. "YES!" she squealed in pleasure, as she hops to her feet. The floor creaks a little, and she spies that little slip of paper. She picks it up and reads it to herself.
To whom ever this does concern:
You have what I want. There is six other people in here with you. The only way of getting out of here is if you give me what I want. If you don't know by the time you read this note, then you don't deserve to know. You must find this out on your own.
Sincerely,
The Confusion
"What's up with the cross? And what could this sick-o want from me?" she thought to herself. "There are some people in here with me? So maybe they might know something…" She shoves the note and keys into her right zipper pocket, and walked over to the door, and touched the doorknob. It jiggled and fell out of the door. She growls in frustration, and kicks the door. The door flings open, and hit's the wall; the outside doorknob makes a crack in the brittle wall. Outside her door were her shoes. They were brown working boots. She sits down, and ties them tightly; she rises from the floor, and tightens her ponytail. She looks around.
Her door was in the middle of the right side of the hall. The hall has fifth-teen doors on both sides. The hall looked just like the inside of her room: dark, dingy, and dirty with the same lighting that occasionally flickered on and off with same kind of wall paper. The ceiling had a large square whole in it. All that you could see was a black abyss if you looked into it. A clump of dust moves down the fall. "This place is too gross!" She says as she watches the dust move passed her. It rolled right to the end of the hall, where a flight of stairs was.
She starts to look in other rooms. She starts with the door that is next to her. As she opened the twelveth door, she heard a scream coming from the eighth door on the left. She runs to the door, and kicks it open.
Inside there was six boys that look exactly alike, except one that had black hair. They had dirty blonde hair and fair skin. They were all tied together. One was kicking and screaming, shaking the other ones awake. He was trying to get away from a large brown rat.
The girl ran over to it, and kicked it away from the one who was screaming. "Who are you?" the girl asked as she began to untie them.
"I'm Todd," He said trembling a bit. He was wearing blue jeans, converse all-stars, and a black and white stripped shirt. His hair was shaggy, and his eyes were a magnificent emereal green-blue. "Who are you?" He asked watching her un-do the knot.
"I'm Anastasia," She said as the slacked and uncoiled around them. The other five slowly woke up. They all looked around and turned there attention to Anastasia. "Those are my older brothers, were sectuplets" Todd said smiling.
"You just like saying, don't you?" said the one with black-dyed hair. He looked over at Anastasia, "Where are we?"
"My bet is, that we're in Hell, but that's just me cynical… So who are you all?" Anastasia asked the group.
"I'm Shaun," said the one with shaggy black hair. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, and long black pants. He was an inch taller then Todd, and the same height as Anastasia.
"Jake," he said calmly. He was the same height as Shaun, and he had the same colored hair as Todd. He was wearing baggy shorts, and a short sleeved green shirt.
"Johnny." He was an inch taller then Jake and Shaun, and he slightly darker hair then the rest. He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, with a blue shirt underneath it. He was wearing straight-legged pants.
"I'm Peter," he said in a shy voice. He was an inch taller then Johnny, and had lighter hair then the rest. He was wearing torn blue jeans and a white ribbed-muscle tee-shirt.
"… Marilyn," said the tallest. He blushed as he said his name. He was wearing a trench-coat. Underneath the coat was a black silk-screened shirt. The front was a white dagger design. He wore long black pants, and his hair was the shaggiest, and longer then all of his brothers.
"You have a girly name," Jake snickered.
"Shut-up! I'm having it changed if I live long enough too…" Marilyn grimaced.
"Oh! Don't say that! I like your name! It's very nice," Anastasia tried to console.
"Really?" Marilyn said cheerily.
"No, not really." Shaun said just as Anastasia opened her mouth.
"What ever… we need to get out of here," Peter said started for the door. The group followed Peter out the door. Todd shook as he walked. Anastasia, observed him as they all walked down the hall. She grabbed his hand, and he looked over to her. She smiled sweetly at him, and he blushed a bright crimson; he shyly-smiled back as he squeezed her hand tightly.
As Peter was about to take the first step onto the stairs, a loud crackle was heard. It filled the hall, with a static-like noise. Todd hugged Anastasia tightly, and buried his head into her chest. "What's going on?" Johnny asked nervously.
"Hello," The voice seemed to fill up the room. It made them feel like there was a presence behind, beside, and in front of them. It felt like a some invisible entity was with them.
"Welcome to Hell on Earth. The only way out is you giving me what I want. What I want is for you to figure out… if you haven't by now. The doors are locked by night, and open by day. Figuring this out could be hard, considering none of you have a watch. Time is of great importance." Just then the speaker cuts off and there is a brief shriek of static and then quiet.