Dark Room

Mike awoke to a sudden fright to find himself in a cold and dark room. In this room was a continuous sound of something thumping against the walls. It was all around; it came from the floor, ceiling, and the walls. There was nothing around that could be seen to create this sound, but nothing could be seen in this room at all. There was no light, windows, or even doors anywhere around. He looked around for a door not knowing what direction to go in he stuck to the wall and decided to walk around till he could find something. The longer he stayed the more sounds he could hear. From the sounds of the walls to sounds of screams. Screams of fear, anger, hatred, and pain. No doors could be found he kept walking, the sounds became worse and they drove him nuts. He couldn’t stand this anymore he needed to find away out. He walked around till he couldn’t walk anymore. Falling to the floor Mike decided to rest for a while. He ran his hands against the cold floor. On the ground felt like the remains to a wall or something. Something had been built here before, but for an unknown reason it was gone. Mike thought maybe this used to be some kind of hotel or something and the rooms were for the people to stay in. The noises still lingered in the air. Screams in the distance and the pounding all around. Mike could now feel the effects of the cold temperature. He knew that he had to keep moving. Nothing was around the room so the next journey was to travel across this large room. There was no way of telling how big it was. Mike didn’t even know if he had traveled around all of it. This could be some sort of city for all he knew. He crossed the room with caution not knowing what was out there. He could clearly hear the screams getting louder the farther he went. I found another one of those rooms. This one was different from the others. It wasn’t torn down. Instead it seemed to be being built. This room was also seemed to be bigger than the other rooms. The room was freshly built but not a person in sight to continue building. By the size of this room Mike could tell it was for someone important. Mike was tired and decided to rest. He though about why someone would want to live in a place like this. He didn’t like it and he could imagine anyone else who would. The screams that he heard were strongest here. It was almost unbearable. He tried to ignore them and rest for as long as he could without getting to cold. The pounding however was not as strong here, though he could still hear it. Something rushed past his face. He didn’t know what it was but it scared him enough to give out a cry. Something floated before him. It began to glow with a pale white aura. A specter stood before him. It let off a scream worse than any Mike had heard during the time he had been here. He heard the pounding begin again, it became heavier and heavier. More specters began to appear. They could tell he was afraid. The seemed to feed off his fear. The beating of the walls drove them on more. Mike arose from the floor in which he had been sitting. Running in a random direction, not knowing where it would end Mike tripped on a loose rock and fell to the ground. One of the specters flew by just missing him as he fell. Mike stood again ready to run when a scream was let out. The most horrible scream that he could have imagined. The specters scattered in all directions seemingly hurt by this scream. A sharp pain shot through Mike’s arm. He could feel the warmth of the blood flow down his arm. The blood traveled down his arm and dripped off of his fingers. The specters return and they began to swarm around. The smell of blood filled the cold air. Mike found a wall to lean up against. Not knowing how long he could last from the loss of blood ha began to move again in attempt to get away. More screams echoed through this room. More cuts began to appear on Mike’s arms, and more blood fell to the floor. Mike calmed down and the pounding slowed. The more he was afraid the more the pounding became stronger. He had no reason to be afraid anymore he knew this was the end. There was nothing, no one that could help him now. He awoke to find himself sleep walking. Mike was standing in the middle of his bedroom with a knife in hand. The cuts had been real the blood now soaking into the carpet. He knew of what he dreamed. His dream was of his heart. How dark and cold he heart had become. The darkness could have been changed at one time but it was now too late. Mike’s body began to grow cold from the loss of blood. The rooms he had seen were the rooms for all the people that he cared about in his life. The room in the center was for the one he loved. No doors and windows because he shut everyone out that tried to come in. He was sorry for leaving her this way. The specters that he fought were the troubles had fought against his entire life nothing changed. Just like they always have they have beaten him. This time there will be no rematch. In his last breath he said he was sorry for all that he cause. His last sight was the blood stained floor hurtling to his face.1