Chapter 6
Behind Closed Doors
The wake of the nightmare still stung the air in the room. She was standing, it was then she realized she was not awake at all, but still trapped. 'This is getting ridiculous!' she thought. The girl was about 18 years old, with shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. She was still in her night cloths and to her eyes this was just another dream. Another room in a house she didn't know, in a world she couldn't seem to control. Every night she woke in her dreams trapped in the same place, different room. A new bag of tricks after every door.
The room she was in this time was filthy, the floor covered with aged dust and dirt. The angles of the space seemed wrong, the walled farther in the corners. "Could this room get more gross?" she said to herself.
"Play time's over."
The voice was low and gritty. It was that of a man, a voice she had not heard before. The light in the room went out leaving her in darkness. "What the fuck?" she said out of nowhere.
Suddenly a light appeared from underneath a door. Its glow cast in her eyes. It was very bright and almost calming. She walked to it. Carefully she turned the handle and listened. When she didn't hear anything she turned the handle as far as it would go, but before she could push or pull the door swung back towards her and like an explosion a force beyond her comprehension threw her back against the wall across the room. The bone rattling impact of hitting the hard surface knocked the wind from her. She opened her eyes from her crumpled position and shielded her eyes from the light from the door. A dark figure stepped in to view, its features completely blackened by the bright light behind it. The figure was that of a man. He rose his hand slowly placing a dark hat upon his head and stepped through the door way. The girl swallowed; her green eyes wide with fear. Suddenly the man took a few steps, but each seemed to cover several feet until he was right upon her. Suddenly the light returned to the room, as bright as it had been on the other side of the door and she could see the figure whole features.
As quickly as she could register the colors, length, height, depth of anything a warm, crusty hand had her throat. She saw only his eyes, blood shot and cold. She saw the raw burnt skin, and she could hear his voice. "As I said," The voice echoed. "Play time is over."
And she screamed. It was all she could do as she felt the sudden piercing of blunt sharp object entering her stomach. As the pain began to wane she convulsed as he released her neck and her whole weight fell upon the blades pulling her flesh apart as it stopped just short of her ribcage. She could taste the blood well up from her throat and pour in her mouth. He withdrew his weapons quickly letting her fall again to the floor, but she was not yet dead. She looked down, the dirty floor growing red from her blood, the metallic taste in her mouth, the fear gripping her heart. The figure knelt down to her view and she looked upon his face entirely. Tears filled her eyes from the pain and fear and she tried to crawl away from him but she was already in a corner. "Mommy!" she screamed. She felt so helpless and alone. She wanted to wake up, to be safe in her bed, for this all to be a dream, but as the brightness of the room began to deem in her dying eyes, she knew she was not going to wake up.
Behind Closed Doors
The wake of the nightmare still stung the air in the room. She was standing, it was then she realized she was not awake at all, but still trapped. 'This is getting ridiculous!' she thought. The girl was about 18 years old, with shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. She was still in her night cloths and to her eyes this was just another dream. Another room in a house she didn't know, in a world she couldn't seem to control. Every night she woke in her dreams trapped in the same place, different room. A new bag of tricks after every door.
The room she was in this time was filthy, the floor covered with aged dust and dirt. The angles of the space seemed wrong, the walled farther in the corners. "Could this room get more gross?" she said to herself.
"Play time's over."
The voice was low and gritty. It was that of a man, a voice she had not heard before. The light in the room went out leaving her in darkness. "What the fuck?" she said out of nowhere.
Suddenly a light appeared from underneath a door. Its glow cast in her eyes. It was very bright and almost calming. She walked to it. Carefully she turned the handle and listened. When she didn't hear anything she turned the handle as far as it would go, but before she could push or pull the door swung back towards her and like an explosion a force beyond her comprehension threw her back against the wall across the room. The bone rattling impact of hitting the hard surface knocked the wind from her. She opened her eyes from her crumpled position and shielded her eyes from the light from the door. A dark figure stepped in to view, its features completely blackened by the bright light behind it. The figure was that of a man. He rose his hand slowly placing a dark hat upon his head and stepped through the door way. The girl swallowed; her green eyes wide with fear. Suddenly the man took a few steps, but each seemed to cover several feet until he was right upon her. Suddenly the light returned to the room, as bright as it had been on the other side of the door and she could see the figure whole features.
As quickly as she could register the colors, length, height, depth of anything a warm, crusty hand had her throat. She saw only his eyes, blood shot and cold. She saw the raw burnt skin, and she could hear his voice. "As I said," The voice echoed. "Play time is over."
And she screamed. It was all she could do as she felt the sudden piercing of blunt sharp object entering her stomach. As the pain began to wane she convulsed as he released her neck and her whole weight fell upon the blades pulling her flesh apart as it stopped just short of her ribcage. She could taste the blood well up from her throat and pour in her mouth. He withdrew his weapons quickly letting her fall again to the floor, but she was not yet dead. She looked down, the dirty floor growing red from her blood, the metallic taste in her mouth, the fear gripping her heart. The figure knelt down to her view and she looked upon his face entirely. Tears filled her eyes from the pain and fear and she tried to crawl away from him but she was already in a corner. "Mommy!" she screamed. She felt so helpless and alone. She wanted to wake up, to be safe in her bed, for this all to be a dream, but as the brightness of the room began to deem in her dying eyes, she knew she was not going to wake up.
