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Devils Stare
There is no color as I sit in a row of many chairs. On my right all the chairs are empty, on my left there are two occupied. The first is the form of my neighbor, Paul Holt. He sits there, unmoving as if waiting for something. The second is my mother, her glasses slipping down her nose, but she makes no movement to replace them.
We are all waiting, but for what? At first the vision of the room is unclear and then my purpose here seems to come to me. Beside the person of Mr. Holt is a door. It is gray in color, made of steel and the small window that occupies it's upper form is barred. My curiousity peaks my interest as I stand. The other two people make no movement, they are unchanging forms.
I walk for what seems like minutes to the door and stare at it. Now that I am closer, I see there is no handle, simply the door and its little barred window. As I step closer the door becomes larger. Soon unable to see, I take a chair from the row and set it before the door.
Even standing on my tip toes I can only barely see into the little room beyond the door itself. There is no movement inside, just the neverending darkness that swirls around the space. It is impossible to say how large or small the room itself was, because I could see nothing.
Suddenly a shadow shifts in that dark abyss. I squint to see better, but nothing helps my vision. Then, out of no where a pair of vividly red eyes appear. There is no form which takes those eyes, just the eyes themselves, floating in the nothingness. I am not afraid of this new lights that shine so brightly through the darkness and stare at me.
The eyes do not blink, nor do they move. All they do is shimmer with an unearthly light that only I can see. The black slits that seperate the red stare at me. It a while that I stare at those unearthly eyes until they begin to approach. I do not move from my place, simply watching as the eyes grow ever closer to me.
I can hear nothing, all sound is extinguished as the eyes grow closer. I hear not the shuffling of the creatures feet or even the sound of my own heartbeat. There is a dull ringing that enters my ears as the eyes draw ever closer. Who is this creature that has me so stiff?
Then suddenly, the eyes vanish. I lean up to see where they have gone, only to find there is no longer a door before me. The space that once had a door is open. The room I stand in is white and gray and yet still no light penetrates the darkness of the room. Where the door stood, it is pitch black from there and into the room itself. At first I do not dare look away from the captivating darkness, its mysteries making my curiousity peak.
When I finally take my face from the room, I find myself alone. The chairs once occupied by my mother and my neighbor are empty. I look around for a sign of them, but see no one. All that's left is a pen, stained by the thick red essence that is blood.
© 2008 Reimei 'Anubis' Gisei |
