No Door

"I died, remember? In that dream you had?

Remember those bloody handprints on the walls of your apartment?

Those handprints were not mine, but yours.

You killed me.

Do you still think that it wasn't real?

… Come and find me."

Adrian closed the letter immediately upon reading the last line. He had gotten this exact same letter last month, and the month before that. How could all of this be possible? Autumn had died a few years ago. The only thing is, was Adrian didn't even know if he was responsible for her death. For he had been living in the ever horrid state of anger and denial…The confusion and sadness had already started to take a toll on his mind, for he thought he was having another nightmare. He picked up his glass of stale wine and took a big gulp from it. The taste, while a little stale was soothing and gentle; or almost reassuring. It relaxed him a little bit. His nerves had taken a turn for the worst since the first letter he received. For it was that exact night that the nightmares had started.

It was the nightmare of waking up in the Overlook Hotel in Silent Hill. The room was covered with blood and a horrible smell came from all directions. Looking around, Adrian noticed the disturbing lack of any windows, and the only sources of light was the glare coming from the inch of space between the one door and the checkered floor, and the glow emanating from the television which just wouldn't turn off – even when Adrian pulled the plug from the transformer in the wall. Every night it was the same, and every night the dream progressed a little bit further. Adrian fell asleep in his shallow bed trying his hardest not to concentrate on the hellish nightmare he foresaw when he closed his eyelids.

4:00 AM. The longest Adrian had ever stayed awake since his teenage years. Tonight he promised himself he wouldn't dream. He would erase his thoughts and memories from his mind… Just for the night. After a few more minutes of anxiously pacing around the dark and cold house, Adrian decided it was time to give in to his over exhaustion and fall asleep. He grabbed the letter he had just received on his doorstep in the early morning and brought it up to his room with him. He opened the drawer of the desk beside his bed and placed the letter gently on top of the twp other ones and closed the drawer firmly. Already heavy as barbells, his eyes closed immediately after Adrian's falling upon his bed sheets.

Adrian woke up.

4:00 PM. He had made it through the night without having the nightmare, or at least remembering any of it, which was fine for him, for remembering the dream, would have been just as horrid as living through it again. Adrian turned his body and placed his cold feet on the even colder floor. The heating of the house had stopped working a few weeks ago and he had been meaning to call the repairman to fix it, but the phone line never showed any signs of connectivity, no matter which number he dialed. The only thing that would come out of the speaker of the phone was static and other trace sounds.

"I'll just have to drive to his house and get him." Adrian thought to himself.

After cleaning himself up, Adrian headed downstairs to leave the house he hadn't left for months…

No door.