The Room

It had always occurred to me, in the most strangest of ways. In the middle of the night sitting in the middle of my bedroom alone all I could think about was fear. The fear that others felt, and the fear that I felt weren't like most others. You could count many snakes, many spiders, but I wouldn’t squirm at the sight of them. Many of the children in the household found it strange. How oddly, optimistic I was, and how not full of fear I was. Even though, in reality, all of them were so very wrong. There was a nightmare that I couldn't get out of my head and every night that it came to me, it seemed to be more vivid than the last.

It would start with me going to bed, the usual routine. Brushing your teeth, putting on pajamas and finishing any other homework that I had. After lying in bed for a few minutes, or even hours at that. My eyes would adjust to the dark. Though upon this weird sensation in my body, I could feel the air around me, crisp and uncaring. After this feeling would rise I would raise from my bed and stand up. Looking over, the window still remained right above my large bed. Dark, like the outside world was.

The strangest thing though, was when I went to reach for the door exiting the room. I would reach out, and find the handle missing. Dragging my hands across the wall, only to find that the exit, was missing. Out of thin air, there was no way out by that means. So that, when I turned to open the window. It was sealed shut, and behind it didn't even seem like the outside at all. It was just a piece of black paper or even void of anything. This brought dread into my heart with no hopes of escape.

So in which this dream could differ from the other children. I always wondered if it was a bad omen of what I would do in my life. If I would isolate myself, if I would become distant from this world. I could have been thinking too deeply about it. But the room itself always changed to where I was currently residing. It would occur vividly, and I’d be terrified when I awoke in the middle of the night with the moonlight filtering through the window, there wouldn't be a door to escape through. To escape the silence or any of that.

Author's Note

Short crisp horror story ^w^.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"So in which this dream could differ from the other children. I always wondered if it was a bad omen of what I would do in my life. If I would isolate myself, if I would become distant from this world. I could have been thinking too deeply about it. But the room itself always changed to where I was currently residing. It would occur vividly, and I’d be terrified when I awoke in the middle of the night with the moonlight filtering through the window, there wouldn't be a door to escape through. To escape the silence or any of that. "
You are penning some good dark stories. Keep up the good work...:)




© 2013 Seimei

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the story. Funny how the mind worked. Make us create fear in the safety of our own room. I like the way you described the thoughts and the possibilities. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Astro]

Well, the fears of our dreams can often feel as if they are more intense than the fright we might experience while we are awake, because of the fact that as we lay down to sleep we also give ourselves up to the unknown. We are vulnerable in our sleep as our minds inhabit a different plain than the one our bodies still reside in. To fall asleep, one must have faith that all will be fine until we awaken. This is a great concept to explore for a horror story. I found many of your sentences to be confusing in the way that they are worded, although the message of the piece I could still understand. Good luck should you venture further with this idea.